I love myself more than my bitch, that’s the problem Step out the shower, towel on the tile, the bathroom reeks of eighty-dollar gel, Stare into the mirror, pupils wide, the line cuts straight like the ass on an AMG, Three thousand two hundred in cash before I dipped, heavy block in the Rick’s inner pocket, Black coat drops on the shoulders like a cult cape, I grin at my reflection and it grins back harder, I snort myself through the glass, ego so big it takes the whole shelf, I love myself more than my bitch, that’s the problem Phone vibrates on the marble, two likes on your For You, you repost my face like you invented me, I stay in the reflection, check myself from the back, the front, the side in 3D, I let you talk in the stories while I stare at the ceiling counting zeros falling out my mouth, Every line I spit is another hit, I snort myself again in the glass, the rail longer than the night, Rick Owens on the back, fabric falls like a luxury shroud, I look like a priest praying to his own name, The mirror throws my crooked smile back, I tell it “you a fine bastard” and it says “yeah but I decide,” I love myself more than my bitch, that’s the problem I push the AMG GT 63 S E through Dubai streets like the city rolled out a red carpet just for my tires, Engine growls lower than my 808s, window down, hot air thick with money and the cologne I doubled, Cash crinkles in the pocket, three thousand two hundred waiting to land on wood or the back of a neck, I pick the table ’cause money talks loudest when it hits eyes that already seen everything, Step in the Airbnb, elevator smells like nothing, I catch my face in brushed steel, even the lift cosigns, Door opens, AC blowing, I head straight to the bathroom, the mirror waiting like a jealous ex, Pull the card, cut the line, snort again, the powder vanishes and my ego swells bigger, I love myself more than my bitch, that’s the problem Reflection blinks when I blink, synced like two versions of the same filth, Drop the coat, black fabric hits the floor, I’m shirtless, tattoos shining like jewelry I bought myself, Three-quarter view, profile, watching myself watch myself, a vicious loop and I’m addicted, Phone rings again, not you, some other girl who saw the story, I don’t answer, just keep powdering up, Every line I cut is a new me I like better than the last, If I keep going I’ll snort myself whole, disappear inside my own reflection, Mirror stays empty, only my powder trace spelling my initial, I love myself more than my bitch, that’s the problem Dirty glass, dirty glass, dirty glass, glass Dirty glass, dirty glass, dirty glass, glass Dirty glass, dirty glass, dirty glass, glass Dirty glass, dirty glass, dirty glass, glass
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