Magnet

Loud, bold, and fiery - like heels clicking on the tiles of a shopping mall, while a new shopper bag from your favorite brand rustles in your hands. There's not a shred of modesty here: beauty is like a trophy, character is like a whip, and every line sounds like a challenge or a laugh. Sarcasm flows freely, like champagne at a party, and every “bitch can't do it like me” seems to emphasize in bold: other people's attempts are just background noise, and the main stage has long been taken. The track's energy is a mixture of pathos and honesty, where self-esteem is not just high, but orbiting.