**[Intro]**
Yeah…
Ramblers get on rambling.
No map. No plan. Just noise and truth.
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**[Verse 1]**
I don’t pace myself, I pace the room
Thoughts ricochet, let ‘em make a boom
I talk too much, say too damn much
But silence never did me favors, dude
I ramble ‘cause my head stays crowded
Every friend’s fake, every truth’s been routed
I been drowning in opinions I never asked for
Now I talk just to hear what I’m mad for
They say “focus up,” I say “on what?”
Every road looks the same when you’re fed up
I don’t vent, I unload
Leave shells of conversations in the road
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**[Chorus]**
Ramblers get on rambling
Tongue tied, mind scrambling
Say it wrong, say it loud
Say it even when nobody’s around
Ramblers get on rambling
No filter, no handling
If it burns, let it spit
If it’s ugly, let it live
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**[Verse 2]**
I been talking to ghosts in convenience stores
Explaining my life to the wrong damn floor
People nod like they listen, eyes glazed
I could confess murder, same face
Every sentence start halfway done
I lose my point but I’m having fun
Trauma dressed up as humor again
Laugh track playing while I’m losing friends
I don’t lie, I just over-explain
Say too much then I walk away
They call it manic, I call it honest
Sorry my brain don’t come in pockets
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**[Fast Freestyle – Beat Switch]**
Talk too fast, brain on fire
Thoughts pile up like barbed wire
No rewind, no repair
Say it once, it’s out there
I don’t flex, I confess
Every flaw in a breathless mess
I rant, I spiral, I vent in bursts
Say “I’m fine” like it’s been rehearsed
Run-on sentences, no full stop
Mind like a server about to drop
I don’t rap clean, I rap crowded
Every line sounds slightly ungrounded
I stutter through truth, choke on intent
Overshare like it pays my rent
If I pause I might think too long
So I keep it moving, word vomit song
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**[Chorus]**
Ramblers get on rambling
Tongue tied, mind scrambling
Say it wrong, say it loud
Say it even when nobody’s around
Ramblers get on rambling
No filter, no handling
If it burns, let it spit
If it’s ugly, let it live
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**[Bridge – slower, dry]**
They want punchlines
I got paragraphs
They want answers
I got aftermaths
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**[Verse 3]**
I’m not lost, I’m just pacing
Thinking sideways, misplacing
Every thought I should’ve swallowed
But restraint never saved me
I don’t chase clarity
I chase honesty
Even if it makes me look
Like a mess in public constantly
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**[Outro]**
Yeah…
Ramblers get on rambling.
If you stayed long enough to hear it—
That one’s on you.
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