Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Still haven't had enough
Talking to bad mums about who's top 3 now (Who do you like?)
♪ even tea time's gotten expensive ♪
Conversations are priceless, but tea is a thousand.
I'm also an ophiku for tea, something like a pitika.
Though I'm a star, I don't have enough pithik.
I fucking love my brothers, I mean that sincerely.
That's why Lyakhov is the same as Insarov.
That's why FEDUK is the same as Buda.
I'm the first, so 7-2 is the same as Ku- (Ha)
I've mixed Braz, Liga, Gino and Fuze.
I mixed her that I sneeze and almost fell asleep (Hrr)
♪ Baby, just be yourself, please ♪
♪ You're against it, tell me I'm pissing you off ♪
Emcee sees a chance in the fit, he's like, "I'm asking you."
Listen, fuck, wha'? (Wha'?)
Hey, wha'?
[Verse 2]
I'm trying to quit smoking so I can write more lyrics.
♪ I end up with a studio in smoke, line-by-line freestyle again ♪
♪ I ain't holding no grudges ♪
♪ But, baby, I made you, I could have typed ♪
Sometimes you want to feel needed
And grateful, like it's not all for nothing.
That ain't no fucking rapper, I guess.
♪ They're bragging about the chips I just handed out ♪
¶ And on these chips I gave away, they ain't listening to 'em because of you ¶
Believe me, I'm the reason they're listening. (Fact)
♪ Real music lives as long as people feel ♪
♪ Time will tell how it's gonna play out ♪
It's hard to write while in the country, ha, you know yourself.
I blame myself for (Stop) naively believing in miracles.
♪ I want freedom like a bird that soars through the sky ♪
It's like I've stopped, I used to grow like clockwork
♪ The wounds are healed, but the scar is still there ♪ (Hey)
Baby's all grown up, but the charm's still there (What?)
♪ Prayers in the micro, music is my temple ♪
Emcee loves the underground so much - he stayed there.
Ha-ha
