On my own

I was feeling the vibe

I felt every word, even when you said you’d be mine

I was so close to subscribe

I’m not sure if I make sense, it’s hard to describe

A hit from my pipe

So many swipes, no one was really my type

Asking where I was from and then mentioning all the stereotypes

I’m good alone

Let it be known

Alone I’ll still grow

My energy in rotation still flows

Whether or not you hit up my phone

I’ll always be at peace in my zone, on my own

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