[Intro]
Ye, ye
Wex on the beat
Ye (Buda)
[Verse 1]
I'm still not satisfied
Talks with bad moms about who the top three are now (Who do you like?)
Even tea time has become expensive
Conversations are priceless, but the tea costs a thousand
Also, a tip for tea is something like a little gift
Even though I’m a star, that little gift feels small (Ha-ha)
I really love my brothers, I say it sincerely
That’s why Lyakhov is the same as Insarov
That’s why FEDUK is the same as Buda
I’m the first, which means 7-2 is the samе as coca— (Ha)
I mixed in myself Braza, Liga, Gino, and Fyuz
I mixed it in with what I sip, and almost fеll asleep (Hr-r)
Baby, just be yourself, I beg you
You’re against that, say that I’m annoying you
An MC sees a chance in a feature, he’s like: "I beg you"
Listened, damn, wha'? (Wha'?)
Hey, wha'?
[Verse 2]
I’m trying to quit smoking to write stronger texts
But the studio’s in smoke again, back to line-by-line freestyle
I hold no grudges against anyone
But, baby, I made you, I could’ve called you
Sometimes I want to feel needed
And appreciation, like, it’s all not in vain
Apparently, to these damn rappers, this is foreign (Ha)
They flaunt features that I just handed out
And on those features, they’re not listened to because of you (Ha)
Believe me, they’re listening because of me (Fact)
Real music lives as long as people feel something
Time will show how it will put everything in its place
It’s hard to write while in the country, ha, you know it yourself
I blame myself for (Stop) naively believing in miracles
I want freedom like the birds that soar in the skies
It’s like I’ve stopped, before I grew like clockwork
The wounds have healed, but the scar remains (Ey)
Baby’s grown up, but the charm remains (What?)
Prayers in the mic, music is my temple
MC loves the underground so much—he stayed there
Ha-ha