Narcissist

[Chorus]I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissistI simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH)Now I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH)Now my reflection is anonymousPonder this!I've seen a reflection of my soul in the store windowCaught in limbo 'cause I was dressed all in Timbo'sHaving fantasies of playing Polo with Ralph Lauren on a Tommy HillAnd my paper thin spirit was still grieving from the Versace kill in FloridaOpened the door to the store and I walked down the corridorto see they had a blow out sale on NauticaI've always been a Lord of the button down Flies?Being they were half-priced, I pass 'em on by looking for LevisBut Guess what? All my favorite clothing lines and hip designsWere being liquidized and it made me sick to my eyesI don't understand...when I had no ends...the price was quick to riseI'd buy a pair of trends even if they didn't fit my sizePurchase a surplus of fads from merchants whose adsMade these cheap ass fabrics that were so worthless and sadJust look priceless, they used unethical devices to attack my sense ofself-worth during my prepubescent crisisIt fed into my insecurities, so instead of being righteousI want everyone to see me like thisIt's all about who looks the nicestIce is falling off my Rolie onto my body shoot!I hope to hell it doesn't melt and ruin my Armani suitWhile I'm sweatin' this,some kid who doesn't got any lootIs buying my necklace along with my same exact khakis and army bootsWhat?! This is blasphemous!Since Adidas tried changing its logothere ain't been nothing as wack as thisIt's probably a stunt being pulled by Animal Rights activistsBecause of all that Third World country garbage but im a pessimistSo while these monkeys sweat over my name brands that exchange handsFrom enslaved lands, I wonder if I'm the same manWithout reward...for what I bought but CAN'T still affordThis is the type of self-realization that might have killed the Lord*Didn't mind working free as a walking billboardBut now I want my money back...as my ice spilled and pouredOnto the floor I did see a distorted reflection of my Nike hatI don't know how others might reactFor me it was an unsightly act that helped me get my psyche backI stood 5 feet back, afraid that it might strike me like Shaclack clack!Ya'll think I'm kidding? It's no* big thingWhat I seen made my heart hurt, stomach turn, throat burn, teeth cringespine tingle, and ribs stingI noticed that the swoosh symbol was nothing but a whip in mid-swing..[Chorus]I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissistI simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH)I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH)Now my reflection is anonymous,Ponder this...