[Intro]
Yeah — tape deck snap, vinyl scratchin' the truth
Boom-bap heartbeat, memories loopin' in the booth
Old-school cadence, crisp like varsity leather
Listen close — this one's for the weather you changed on me
[Verse 1]
You said forever in a diner booth at midnight, coffee cold, your promise loud
You burned our mixtape, then sold the songs back to the crowd
Lipstick on a scarf I gave you for your birthday — not a rumor, a receipt
You called it “just a friend,” but your laughs leaked through the speaker, cheap
Used to trace constellations on your forehead, named 'em after plans
Now I'm sketchin' headlines where your alibis land — empty hands
You traded our duet for autopilot, played the same scratched track
I was laying bricks for a castle; you moved the mortar, then looked back
Punchline: you were a jukebox liar — put a coin in, the same lie spun
My trust was never currency — you passed counterfeit, now I'm done
[Chorus]
Old-school love, new-school burn
Turn your crown to ash — watch the table turn
Old-school love, new-school burn
I flip the tape, you learn what bridges do when bridges burn
[Verse 2]
Remember the green couch, the rain that made you hum? — you used to rehearse
Now rain is rhythm for the lies that came in verse
You sold our Sunday plans on layaway, checked out, no payday
Left love on laylines — static where the signal used to play
Internal rhymes, I grind: your promises hollow like thrift-store rings
You pawned our mornings for midnight stings and cheap flings
Punchline: you said you were a lighthouse — but you dimmed when storms came
Left me steering through fog with a map that had only your name
Say it plain: you were a headline in a paper that forgot the date
I wrote the obituary for your chapter — now I celebrate
[Pre-Chorus — Half-time drop]
(Call and response)
Call: Where's the love? — Response: Where's the truth?
Call: Where's the proof? — Response: In the booth
[Chorus]
Old-school love, new-school burn
Turn your crown to ash — watch the table turn
Old-school love, new-school burn
I flip the tape, you learn what bridges do when bridges burn
[Bridge]
This is the pivot — pain to pride, quiet to live wire
I recycled every scar into a bar, stacked heat, built higher
One-liner close: I turned heartbreak into headlines, you turned into a footnote
Swagger now: my mic is a compass — I point forward, you stay on the float
[Verse 3 — Swagger cadence]
See me in the alley where the streetlight writes my name in gold
I traded midnight tears for verses that won't fold
You thought I’d crumble, thought my silence would be meek
But I learned the bassline of my heart, and now it speaks
Punchline: you were Wi-Fi in an empty place — full bars, zero loyalty
I upgraded to analog clarity — static-free, royalty
No more filler tracks, no more side codes that glitch
I pressed a new record — side A, I live, side B, you miss
[Final Chorus — Ad-libbed call]
Old-school love, new-school burn (watch it)
Turn your crown to ash — watch the table turn (turn it)
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