Get A Clue, Man

[Intro]
You still texting her phone?
Still stuck in rewind
Whole squad laughing at you
You’re the last one to find out (yeah)
[Verse 1]
You flex old pics like a trophy you lost
Swear you “had her first” but you came at a cost
She leveled up leagues, you stuck in the past
You’re talking ’bout history, she’s talking ’bout trash
You posting her name like you own that ink
She rolling her eyes while we pour that drink
You say she miss you, that story is cute
That fanfic you writing? delete, reboot
[Chorus]
Get a clue, man, she isn’t into you
You a rerun show that she already blew through
Reading signals wrong like you skipped the preview
(Should I call Scooby Doo?)
Get a clue, man, she isn’t into you
You the punchline now, not the breakthrough
Whole world sees what you can’t see, dude
(Should I call Scooby Doo?)
[Verse 2]
You still drop hearts on her every post
She leave you on seen while she sit on my coast
You brag to your boys, say she still hits back
Those screenshots fake, you been editing chat
You calling her “baby”, she calling you “bro”
That’s the red flag you refusing to know
You camping her page like you guard that view
But she changed the locks, and I got the new
[Chorus]
Get a clue, man, she isn’t into you
You a rerun show that she already blew through
Reading signals wrong like you skipped the preview
(Should I call Scooby Doo?)
Get a clue, man, she isn’t into you
You the punchline now, not the breakthrough
Whole world sees what you can’t see, dude
(Should I call Scooby Doo?)
[Bridge]
[beat drops, guitars choke out]
You still think she daydreams, saying your name? (ha)
She lean on my shoulder while we watch you flame
You swear you the villain, but you just a meme
Background noise in a highlight scene
[Chorus]
Get a clue, man, she isn’t into you
You a rerun show that she already blew through
Reading signals wrong like you skipped the preview
(Should I call Scooby Doo?)
Get a clue, man, she isn’t into you
Let it go, grow up, get a new view
’Cause the only mystery left, my dude
Is how you still don’t get it (Scooby can’t help you)

rap, Aggressive rap-alt-rock hybrid with distorted guitars, trap-influenced drums, and male vocals snarling up front. Verses stay tight and percussive, riding a gritty riff; choruses explode with gang shouts and octave-doubled screams. Short feedback breaks and stop-start hits punch the insults, bass locked with kick for a headbanging bounce., rock, hardcore