(Ayy, ayy… ooh-na-na…)

Why my island wetter than your boyfriend’s DM?

Tuvalu, we sinking boo,

whole damn country need a snorkel too.

Ocean flexin’, like it owns the land,

I can’t even party with my toes in the sand.

Built my house, then Poseidon said “nah,”

now my living room’s an aquarium, brah.

Flip-flops floatin’, my Wi-Fi gone,

even my Uber’s a canoe at dawn.

Seawater in my Fenty shoes,

global warming got me paying dues.

Told the world, “yo, lend a hand,”

they just said, “girl, that’s beach-front land.”

Tuvalu, we sinking boo,

whole damn country need a snorkel too.

Ocean flexin’, like it owns the land,

I can’t even party with my toes in the sand.

Passport drippin’, customs wet,

climate change hotter than a Bajan sweat.

Island vibes with a submarine chic,

call me deep-sea queen when I drop that beat.

Raise your coconuts high (high!)

for the nation that can’t stay dry (dry!).

Atlantis, move over, make room for me,

Tuvalu’s comin’ with the island energy.

Tuvalu, we sinking boo,

whole damn country need a snorkel too.

Ocean flexin’, like it owns the land,

but we still wine low on the ocean sand.

Waves on the border, swallowing the land,

a nation disappearing, slipping through our hands.

Tuvalu, an island cries,

a flag in the water, no shore, no skies.

The ocean is rising, the world looks away,

a whole country sinks while the rich still stay.

Children draw maps of a place they can’t keep,

grandparents tell stories while they sink in their sleep.

Palm trees drown where the sunlight once played,

history erased by the tide’s slow blade.

Can you hear them calling, through the storms that roar?

A nation is falling, can’t find its shore.

Tuvalu, an island cries,

a flag in the water, no shore, no skies.

The ocean is rising, the world looks away,

a whole country sinks while the rich still stay.

They built walls of sand, but the sea breaks through,

a home with no ground, what will they do?

Exiles of saltwater, refugees of rain,

diplomas of disaster written in their pain.

Say their name before it’s gone,

hold the line, we can’t move on.

Every wave’s a final hymn,

let the world remember them.

Tuvalu, an island cries,

a song for the lost in the endless tides.

The ocean is rising, the silence is loud,

an entire country sink - but they still stand proud.