Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pickle Rick, artist - Ekoh.
Date of issue: 04.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pickle Rick |
Yeah |
Gettin' the lines |
Got a feelin' I’m feelin' just fine |
From beginning to ending of time |
I am just fuckin' around with these rhymes |
They been lookin' for someone that got it |
I get to the stage and I’m fittin' to rock it |
And every word will just land in the pocket |
A crowd of these kids and they rockin' hot topic |
I’m stupid ironic, addicted to comics |
And tryin' to love but I’ve rarely been honest |
A step to the mic and they lookin' astonished |
I’m blazin' the lines like a primo of chronic |
Feelin' this shit in my soul, I’m |
Tryin' to stay off my phone, time |
Tickin' away and I know, I |
Only got one life to go, sigh |
Livin' it up you can find me at home on a Saturday night |
Just not givin' a fuck, I’m not fillin' my cup with promethazine |
That is a 7up mixed with some Red Bull and grenadine |
Y’all don’t be gettin' 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 stayin' 100 feet from me like centipedes |
We surfin' Netflix, yo, I can never find a show |
With my girl we’ll probably be fuckin' 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 livin' the dream (Livin' the dream) |
Maybe I’ve been plugged in the matrix asleep (Asleep) |
These people always come with negativity |
And tryin' to rent some space up in my head |
This ain’t Airbnb! |
(Bnb!) |
Either way, homie, I’m feelin' 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 gettin' 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 somethin' the radio plays and |
Will put in the face of the listener constantly, whoo! |
Tryna keep me hidden but they just afraid |
And lockin' 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 treatin' us like Pennywise and keep us in these sewer drains |
I’m pullin' 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 motherfuckin' God! |
Jumpin' from nothin' to something |
I’m thinkin' they really don’t know, ayy |
But it’s getting that time of the month |
And I’m bringin' the heaviest flow, ayy |
See they just don’t get it I’m bringing |
The party like I was a gun of confetti |
Rockin' 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 feelin' like there’s nothin' 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 spittin' venom like Eddie’s alien Symbiote |
These other rappers talkin' zannies, guns and fuckin' 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 askin' how to get these people listenin' |
See, they don’t understand how music can be simple shit |
Just mixin' in a little pop culture, I’m fuckin' 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 |