Texty:
Approach Get It A Clue

we must jump back to the start The scene is drowning in all this metal shit trends and slowed down riffs do not relate to us we're gonna make it clear

Life's been tough these past 2 months day after day my troubles await At one point it seemed I would sink under the grains of trapping sand My triumph

way for moving onward's being on your own Lift yourself from the fall No one's there to pick you up Lost your crutch, you're outta touch it's time

a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned

There she is, she's a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady

for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence And it's not ironic Gods got a

scrap You niggaz got gatts, we got gats You niggaz wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild Yo, started with a blue whip, got a

no clue to who you was 'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was done To approach my

'm smooth when I approach and I stare at them stones Make you move in with the coach and leave them players alone We could talk 'bout it, get a bottle