A Little Story

Lyrics

Verse 1

Let me tell you a little story, one time online
Went on Instagram with a killer fucking rhyme
All done with my work, had to go berserk
'Bout to eat some food, watch the tube, or network

Verse 2

But what about this jam? What about this cam?
What about this plan I had to make a lot of fans?
How they gonna find me if I spit it all silent?
How they gonna mind bend if the talent is denied then?

Chorus

How they gonna hear me
If I never make a sound?
How they gonna feel me
If these words don't come around?

Verse 3

Sleep at night not feeling right, I wake with a startle
Where the fuck am I? Why was I a turtle?
Weird, man, just weird, man, don't understand
Afghan Batman caravanning through Sudan

Verse 4

With a suntan, Bran can beat flan, desert living
Wasn't walking solo, he was feeding twenty women
Hidden under hijab, moving tandem
Metaphor? Could be… or maybe just random

Chorus

How they gonna hear me
If I never make a sound?
How they gonna feel me
If these words don't come around?

Bridge

These lyrics on repeat, looping in my head
You might not understand a single thing I said

Outro

Little story, one time told
In between the quiet and the scroll

Interpretation

The tension between creative impulse and visibility anxiety. The speaker has something to say but questions whether silent talent counts if no one hears it. The middle verses dissolve into surreal dream imagery—turtles, Afghan Batman, caravans through Sudan—as if the unconscious is processing the absurdity of wanting to matter in an endless scroll. The chorus keeps returning: how will they hear me if I never make a sound? The outro lands quietly: a little story, told once, somewhere between silence and the scroll. Emotional arc: creative urgency → visibility anxiety → absurdist dreaming → looping uncertainty → quiet resolve.