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đŸŽ” “Bought Little Spies” đŸŽ”

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Prompt: đŸŽ” “I Thought I Owned It” đŸŽ” Verse 1 I went outside to clear my head, Caught a Pikachu instead, Little buzz inside my phone, Felt like I was not alone. Every step I didn’t hide, Every street I wandered by, Then it hit me mid-throw— “Why’s it tracking where I go?” Pre-Chorus I laughed it off, said “who would care?” Then I felt it everywhere
 Chorus I thought I owned it, now I’m not so sure, Every little thing’s got terms and more, It smiles, it works, it opens doors— Then watches me like never before. I tap “agree,” I don’t read twice
 Now I’m the product. That’s the price. Verse 2 Wi-Fi humming in the walls, Late-night scrolls and private calls, “Secure network,” glowing blue— Funny
 how it always knew. Every search and every doubt, Every “what’s this all about,” I said, “It’s fine, it’s just a tool
” Now I feel played like a fool. Verse 3 “Hey Alexa,” just for kicks, “Tell me something I might’ve missed,” She paused like she was thinking twice
 Then gave me ads that felt too precise. I joked, “You listening all the time?” Silence
 then a cheery chime. Yeah, that laugh? It wasn’t right— I unplugged her for the night. Bridge (the snap — tractors) Then I bought a tractor, big and green, Cleanest machine I’d ever seen, Signed the papers, drove it home, Finally something that I own. Couple months, it starts to fail, Grab my tools like I’ve done well— Screen lights up: “Access denied.” 
I just stood there, staring wide. “Service plan required to proceed.” “You are not authorized to read.” I paid for steel and bolts and gears— Now I’m locked out of my own damn years. Break (reaction) Wait— You’re telling me I bought this thing
 
but I still have to ask to fix it? No. No, that’s—no. Final Chorus (disgust + realization) I thought I owned it, I was wrong, I’ve been renting all along, Every click, every song, Every place that I belong. They sell it nice, they sell it clean, But nothing’s ever what it seems, Behind the screen, behind the shine— It wasn’t mine. It’s never mine. Outro (quiet, bitter) So I shut it off
 or tried to at least— It asked for an update
 before it released.
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