[Intro] (notification sounds layered into beat) “6'2 minimum.” “Make me laugh.” “Fluent in sarcasm.” “Dog mom.” “No conservatives.” “No liberals.” “Passenger princess.” Yeah… alright. [Verse 1] They want a man that’s grown Emotionally mature Got a good job, clean truck And communication for sure Want somebody steady That can open up and lead But the second that they find him They swipe left at full speed Swipe swipe swipe swipe swipe Everybody window shoppin’ One little flaw And the whole thing dead and droppin’ Girl, I got a paycheck Health insurance and goals But apparently my value’s Based on inches and polls [Pre-Chorus] You say you want real love Then treat people disposable Got a thousand options Now nobody feels approachable [Chorus] Swipe swipe swipe swipe swipe Gripe gripe gripe gripe gripe “Nobody good exists anymore” Yeah, heard that line all night Too short Too quiet Too country Too bold Too right Too left Too broke Too old Everybody searchin’ for a perfect somebody While actin’ like nobody’s got flaws And if you keep treatin’ love Like build-a-boy at the mall You gon’ end up real selective And real alone [Verse 2] Politics became religion Now everybody divided Like who you voted for determines If your soul worth confidin’ in Baby, you ain’t deep ‘Cause your bio says “healing” Then you ghost somebody decent Over one disagreein’ And them height requirements crazy Like love got a measuring tape Meanwhile half these dudes lyin’ Addin’ inches to escape And I ain’t sayin’ standards bad But dang, this whole thing warped Everybody want perfection Fresh delivered to the porch [Bridge – Rap/Rock Switch] (heavy drums + 808) Look— Whole app feel like a casino Everybody pullin’ levers for an ego Match with somebody, talk three days Then disappear like Houdini, poof, reload Bio say “Want honesty” Till honesty don’t fit aesthetics Everybody screaming “therapy” Still weaponizin’ all they baggage And I ain’t bitter, I’m observin’ Modern love look commercially purchased Got folks passin’ on good humans ‘Cause one photo angle wasn’t perfect That’s crazy. [Final Chorus] Swipe swipe swipe swipe swipe Gripe gripe gripe gripe gripe Everybody lonely nowadays But nobody compromise Too fat Too thin Too needy Too distant Too much gym Too much church Too masculine Too sensitive Everybody out here buildin’ lists Like love come custom made Then wonder why they thirty-five Cryin’ on a Friday date [Outro] (acoustic only) Maybe soulmates don’t exist on WiFi Maybe real love don’t fit inside a profile Maybe everybody’s scared And nobody admits it …still gonna check my matches though.
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