I’m lovin’ on me, yeah, self-care in the mirror,
drip too clean, silk sheets, no guilt, no filter.
Told my ex, “Don’t text, I’ma ghost in a Ghost,”
rose-gold on the neck, still I’m raising my own toast.
Playlist packed with my bars, cardio on repeat,
sweat out the hate, heartbeat sync to the beat.
Silence the doubters, I’m the label, the artist,
sign myself twice, then I champagne-chart it.