Pickle Rick

(альбом: The Detour - 2018)

Yeah
Getting the lines
Got a feeling I'm feeling just fine
From beginning to ending of time
I am just fucking around with these rhymes
They been looking for someone that got it
I get to the stage and I'm fitting to rock it
And every word will just land in the pocket
A crowd of these kids and they rocking hot topic
I'm stupid ironic, addicted to comics
And trying to love but I've rarely been honest
A step to the mic and they looking astonished
I'm blazing the lines like a primo of chronic
Feeling this shit in my soul, I'm
Trying to stay off my phone, time
Ticking away and I know, I
Only got one life to go, sigh
Living it up you can find me at home on a Saturday night
Just not giving a fuck, I'm not filling my cup with promethazine
That is a 7up mixed with some Red Bull and grenadine
Y'all don't be getting me right like you fucked up your shit
And they gave you the wrong dose of ketamine
But it's alright I've been feeling just fine
When you're staying 100 feet from me like centipedes
We surfing Netflix, yo, I can never find a show
With my girl we'll probably be fucking before we find one, oh
That's alright 'cause I would take some head over this club all day
And when the doorbell rings it's
The Domino's guy with pizza, ayy! (Pizza, ayy!)
Maybe I'm living the dream (Living the dream)
Maybe I've been plugged in the matrix asleep (Asleep)
These people always come with negativity
And trying to rent some space up in my head
This ain't Airbnb! (Bnb!)
Either way, homie, I'm feeling blessed
So, call me Elon Musk, I've needed space from every ex
You want my heart but that shit will just stay inside my chest
I know that I was built from Vibranium like Wakanda, bitch!
Never been faking, I've really been
Taken this music is really a part of me
But I know getting a label to get with your
Shit and put up is like winning the lottery
What a dichotomy, go between love
And the thought of the money to dropping the quality
Just to make something the radio plays and
Will put in the face of the listener constantly, whoo!
Tryna keep me hidden but they just afraid
And locking me up in the box, but I'm Harry Houdini, ayy
You see I've got IT, but they push me out, I don't complain
They treating us like Pennywise and keep us in these sewer drains
I'm pulling Georgie down
Your homies pouring 40's out
This scene is filled with people getting fucked
It's more like orgies now, and
I don't wanna be part of this mess
That's not what I'm about
So, swoop me up and take me to a
Different place like Dorothy's House
See, if I only had a brain, and a heart
Well, actually the opposite will
Have your music on these charts
So, fuck the wizard and the road I'm leaving Oz
And maybe this is new religious rap
'Cause I'm a motherfucking God!
Jumping from nothing to something
I'm thinking they really don't know, ayy
But it's getting that time of the month
And I'm bringing the heaviest flow, ayy
See they just don't get it I'm bringing
The party like I was a gun of confetti
Rocking the tools and I'm battling fools
Like I just threw up all mom's spaghetti
Yeah, too much sauce
Too many bars, too many songs
Too much love, too many scars
Too many people feeling like there's nothing they relate to
Open my Spotify and play it, man, this is the breakthrough (Yeah)
They said that white boy is wild dope (Wild dope)
He's spitting venom like Eddie's alien Symbiote
These other rappers talking zannies, guns and fucking hoes
I'm tryna hit the park and skate a bit
Before I'm headed home (Headed home)
Yeah, maybe that's it
They all been asking how to get these people listening
See, they don't understand how music can be simple shit
Just mixing in a little pop culture, I'm fucking Pickle Rick!

Turned myself into a pickle, Morty!
Boom! Big reveal: I'm a pickle. I'm Pickle Rick!
Pick-pickle Rick! Pick-pickle Ri-I-I-I!
Pick-pickle Rick! Pick-pickle Ri-I-I-I!
Wow, dude, I-I, honestly, I don't even know what we're doing at this point
This is, this is just too much