Scott Storch Teams with Abbie Stair for Sultry Break-Up Anthem On My Own

Legendary producer Scott Storch – the keyboard wizard behind countless 2000s hits – returns with On My Own, enlisting rising New York vocalist Abbie Stair for a surprisingly intimate exploration of post-relationship independence.

Gone are his signature bombastic beats, replaced by understated electronic production that lets Stair’s voice take centre stage.

The track weaves bluesy lounge elements with modern pop sensibilities, building from minimalist verses into a deceptively catchy chorus.

Stair navigates the emotional terrain with impressive control, her vocals shifting from vulnerable whispers to confident declarations as she chronicles the messy aftermath of a toxic relationship.

“It’s a track about independence,” Storch notes, and his restrained production choices reflect exactly that – creating space for Stair’s story rather than overwhelming it.

The result feels like stumbling upon a late-night jazz club where someone’s spilling their heart out over smooth keyboard lines and perfectly placed beats.

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Scott Storch On My Own Lyrics (feat. Abbie Stair)

I feel beat
I’m out clean, sitting in this room
Life is quiet all alone
But I’m not there and if you cared
You’d already know
Cause the “sorry’s” are all just for show
Your finally gone
But at least have some leniency
That I may feel something
Just because you don’t
And to go falling hard
No, it ain’t for the weak
So don’t try this at home

I guess, it’s all fun and games
Til it’s your last last last last
I guess, you forgot to read the label
That’s your bad bad bad bad

My faith would die to waste
If I go back to that place
I know, I know, I know
I’d rather fly away or wait
Ten times longer to feel the right way
On my own

My faith would die to waste
If I go back to that place
I know, I know, I know
I’d rather fly away or wait
Ten times longer to feel the right way
On my own

Momma told me
If you can’t live without something
Then you gotta give it up
Can’t live with it either
I guess, I’m the problem
When it’s all said and done
You laughed at your fun
I got the last one
Something told me
When you was popping shit
I just knew you would never live it up
Courtesy of the bottle
You fucked around and found out about him
But you still shot your shot
Ya drunk off my sex
My side effects

I guess, it’s all fun and games
Til it’s your last last last last
I guess, you forgot to read the label
That’s your bad bad bad bad

My faith would die to waste
If I go back to that place
I know, I know, I know
I’d rather fly away or wait
Ten times longer to feel the right way
On my own

My faith would die to waste
If I go back to that place
I know, I know, I know
I’d rather fly away or wait
Ten times longer to feel the right way
On my own