Look at 'em. Everybody’s got an opinion on it, right? Acting like they figured out the formula. It’s tragic. Let's go. Look, nowadays everybody's talking like they got a connection, But it's a fiction, an addiction to a digital affection. Just a bunch of gibberish, they're swiping through the catalog, Desperate for validation, lost inside a mental fog. What happened to the real state? The proper way to initiate? Instead of trying to manipulate, accelerate, and insinuate? Whatever happened to the gentleman? The protocol? Holding doors, taking time, standing tall through it all? I’m talking steps slow. Giving her the coat when the winds blow. Sitting after she sits, keeping all the cinematic pretense low. They think it’s weak to be polite, they think it’s corny to care, But they just mask their own baggage while they’re staring and stare. I ask a question when I’m unsure, I don't assume that I'm right, I’m trying to build a foundation, not just crash for the night. So let 'em talk, let 'em tweet, let 'em act like they're kings, They forgot the definition of what real love brings. They got a lot to say, but nothing’s coming out, Just a generation drowning in a sea of doubt. They call it romance, I call it desperate noise, A bunch of grown men acting like some little boys. Bring the standard back, put the games away, Yeah, they forgot about the rules from back in the day. Bring the standard back, tear the curtain down, We need a little bit of loyalty inside this town. Now it's all text codes, ghosting on the phone lines, Skipping all the substance just to look for the sign-ins. Nobody wants to put the work in, they just want the reward, Sitting at a dinner table completely detached and bored. Both screens glowing, nobody’s looking in the eyes, It’s a comedy of errors built on digital lies. Whatever happened to the courage just to walk up and speak? Instead of hiding behind a profile, acting fragile and meek? I’m talking eye contact. Making a defined pact. Keeping your word, making sure the truth is an intact fact. Pull the chair out, let her know she’s valued and seen, Instead of treating her like an image on a pixelated screen. They call it old school, I call it having some class, Something built to endure, not shattered like glass. They want the fast track, the quick fix, the temporary thrill, But when the lights come up, they’re feeling empty and chill. They got a lot to say, but nothing’s coming out, Just a generation drowning in a sea of doubt. They call it romance, I call it desperate noise, A bunch of grown men acting like some little boys. Bring the standard back, put the games away, Yeah, they forgot about the rules from back in the day. Bring the standard back, tear the curtain down, We need a little bit of loyalty inside this town. So let 'em laugh at the traditional, let 'em call it intense, Because the garbage they are putting out makes absolutely no sense. They want a partner but they treat 'em like a throwaway toy, A temporary fix to give their ego a little bit of joy. Well, I refuse to buy the narrative, I’m breaking the mold, I’d rather stand out in the freezing rain than do what I’m told. I’m bringing back the respect, the honor, the pride, The kind of security that keeps a good woman by your side. Yeah, I’ll be the guy to hold the umbrella when the stormy weather hits, I’ll be the anchor in the chaos when the whole world quits. No more guessing games, no more ambiguous lines, Just a straight shooter reading all the genuine signs. So keep your double taps, your filters, and your fleeting trends, I’m looking for the kind of story that never ends. They forgot about the basics, yeah, they lost the map, But I’m rewriting the rules, putting real love back on the rap! They got a lot to say, but nothing’s coming out, Just a generation drowning in a sea of doubt. They call it romance, I call it desperate noise, A bunch of grown men acting like some little boys. Bring the standard back, put the games away, Yeah, they forgot about the rules from back in the day. Bring the standard back, tear the curtain down, We need a little bit of loyalty inside this town. Tear the curtain down. Forgot the definition... Holding doors. Taking it slow. Class never goes out of style. Remember that.
Havent sung this yet.
