Sä Et Enää Rakasta Mua

So why the hell don’t you love me anymore?
I’m just trying to get some butter on my bread.
Some guys say it shouldn’t be like this.
Still, I’m fucking hot.
And why don’t they appreciate me anymore?
I just need to be able to pay my bills.
And I don’t wanna be just a broke-ass.
Shut up, you queer!

It all started when we threw you a party.
5th element, that shit hit the fan.
And it’s like this, if you don’t hear the name.
Your list is totally fucking lacking, yeah.
You resist, while I’m just traveling.
If you’re not talking money, you sound ridiculous.
The meter’s ticking, and it’s so damn fun.
When I get a little hungry, I roll to Little Italy.
I didn’t come to piss you off, it was just boring,
The kid’s watching expensive sneakers from behind the screen.
There was no luxury in my hood, nor in my family.
You can talk shit, but my kids won’t be short on cash.

Yeah, dirty mouth, kid from Töölö, moldy carpet.
Now I’m missing a roof over my head again.
Timo doesn’t change, and there’s a reason for that.
If Kimmo’s a jerk, then that makes me a mess.
The little kids are forming lines in the backyard.
Judging prices and shouting queers. (Jari-Pekka)
They’re trying to get eyes on the bad side.
To me, Finnish rap sounds like everything else but dead.
Jealousy, a disease everyone’s got.
Look at that peacock and say it’s broke. (raisin bun)
Everyone’s predicting losses and failures.
This is a hard and rocky road, but I walk it tough.

So why the hell don’t you love me anymore?
I’m just trying to get some butter on my bread.
Some guys say it shouldn’t be like this.
Still, I’m fucking hot.
And why don’t they appreciate me anymore?
I just need to be able to pay my bills.
And I don’t wanna be just a broke-ass.
Shut up, you queer!

Yeah, okay, okay, yeah, yeah.
Some say Danish, some say Daniks.
And I admit I’m the biggest fan. (I’m the best)
Some say unique, others call me mini-me. (I’m so small)
And you’re a butt player, so I’ll call you a butt-head.
Bitch please, can I live?
"Hey boy, pull up your pants!" they shout after me. (I’m not pulling shit up)
Pole dancer, king of the city.
And look at my watch saying bling bling.
Diamonds yellow like a canary. (chirp chirp)
I’m such an asshole, I look like a fool. (damn I’m a clown)
Either you’re something, or you’re nothing at all.
City and Lahti show how people here stick together.

Long time just a hobby, long and hard.
I never even imagined it could become a profession.
Butter on bread, direction for the shoe.
I’m trying to make it, that’s why I’m doing it this way.
The prices say my music has changed. (fucking pop star!)
Come on, but I’d rather change than get stuck.
I guess something’s pissing me off when I have the skill to drop.
Check the record, it’s still just the real me.
Don’t be mad when I drop another hit on the air.
You talk shit, but you probably won’t ever do it.
I could just chill at home all day.
I’m doing a hundred gigs a year, two half-assed shows.

So why the hell don’t you love me anymore?
I’m just trying to get some butter on my bread.
Some guys say it shouldn’t be like this.
Still, I’m fucking hot.
And why don’t they appreciate me anymore?
I just need to be able to pay my bills.
And I don’t wanna be just a broke-ass.
Shut up, you queer!