The Tiny Rick Rap

LETRA

The Tiny Rick Rap

Let me out
What you see is not the same person as me
My life’s a lie, I’m not who you’re looking at
Let me out, set me free, I’m really old
This isn’t me
My real body’s slowly dying in a vat
Is anybody listening, can anyone understand
Stop looking at me like that and actually help me
Help me, help me I’m gonna die

OMG damn, look I’ve gotten young again
Only painful suicidal thoughts just flooding in
So let’s throw a party, not invite my older body
He was lamer than a vampire posing as another man

I’m ready to die yo, Morty you don’t understand
Logic’s suicide hotline makes me want to dance
Call me Lil Sanchez, lit with a cup in hand
Coolest kid in school, but depression is my subtle jam

This cognitive dissonance
Got me like a nihilist
I’m writing some emo shit – let’s turn up

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s Tiny Rick
My real body’s in a vat, and it’s dying quick

Let me see your hands up for Tiny Rick
if you got a dark side that you hide within

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s Tiny Rick
My real body’s in a vat, and it’s dying quick

Let me see your hands up for Tiny Rick
everybody sing it if you think it’s ironic

can you tell that I’m avoiding my mortality?
Reality is yelling that I’m bout to be – sound asleep
forever, it’s a cry for help – someone please reach out for me
Operation Phoenix going down with my well-being

Thought my grandchildren were cool – but they’re whack af
Got expelled for killin at school, in fact, I’m oppressed
Wishin I was never born, time to axe em all to death
No not the students, but the clones that I bred

This cognitive dissonance
Got me like a nihilist
I’m writing some emo shit – let’s turn up

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s Tiny Rick
My real body’s in a vat, and it’s dying quick

Let me see your hands up for Tiny Rick
if you got a dark side that you hide within

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s Tiny Rick
My real body’s in a vat, and it’s dying quick

Let me see your hands up for Tiny Rick
everybody sing it if you think it’s ironic!

Help me out!
Help me out!
This is not a dance

I’m screaming for help
I’m begging for help
Please come let me out!

My teenage mind needs to go to a doctor
Shoving dark thoughts like homework in a locker
Writing all these really bad poems with guitar cords
no one knows, I’m alone, an imposter

Always hated school but I wanted to be popular
Everybody make some noise, drown out your sorrows!

Is anybody listening, can anyone understand
Stop looking at me like that and actually help me
Help me, help me I’m gonna die