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Narcissist Lyrics
Sick of Waiting Tables

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Title:

Narcissist Lyrics

Artists:

Sage Francis

Album:

Sick of Waiting Tables
by Sage Francis

Added By:

Mental Stamina
added on August 4, 2004

HipHop Lyrics:

[Sage Francis]

chorus:
i don't look at myself in the mirror because i'm a narcissist,
i simply like to watch myself exist.
now i'm in a fog and mist,
now my reflection is anonymous.
ponder this...

i've seen a reflection of my soul in the store window.
caught in limbo 'cause i was dressed all in timbo's.
having vivid fantasies of playing polo with ralph lauren on a tommy hill,
and my paper-thin spirit was still grieving from the versace kill
in florida. opened the door to the store and i walked through the corridor,
to see they had a blow out sale on nautica.
i've always been a lord of the button down flies,
and being they were half-priced, i just passed 'em on by, looking for levis.
but guess, what? all my favorite clothing lines and hip designs,
were being liquidized and it made me sick to my eyes.
i don't understand, when i had no ends, the price was quick to rise.
i'd buy a pair of "trends" even if they didn't fit my size.
purchase a surplus of "fads" from merchants whose ads
made these cheap ass fabrics that were so worthless and sad
just look priceless. they used unethical devices
to attack my sense of self-worth during my prepubescent crisis.
it fed into my insecurities, so instead of being righteous,
i want everyone to see me like this. "son, it's all about who looks the nicest."

ice is falling off my rolie onto my body, "shoot!
i hope to hell it doesn't melt and ruin my armani suit."
while i'm sweatin' this, some kid who doesn't got any loot
is buying my necklace along with my same exact khakis and army boots.
"what?! this is blasphemous!"
since adidas tried changing its logo, there ain't been nothing as wack as this.
it's probably a stunt being pulled by animal rights activists,
because of all that third world country garbage, but i'm a pacifist.
so while these monkeys sweat over my name brands that exchange hands
from enslaved lands, i wonder if i'm the same man
without reward for what i bought but can't still afford.
this is the type of self-realization that might have killed the lord.
i didn't mind working for free as a walking billboard,
but now i want my money back, as the ice spilled and poured
onto the floor. i did see a distorted reflection of my nike hat,
now i don't know how others might react.
for me it was an unsightly act that helped me get my psyche back.
i stood 5 feet back, afraid that it might strike me like "shaclack clack!"
you think i'm kidding? think it's no big thing?
what i seen made my heart hurt, stomach turn, throat burn, teeth cringe, spine tingle, and ribs sting.
i noticed that the swoosh symbol was nothing but a whip in mid-swing.

chorus