Ordinary Calm

[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