**[Intro]** Yeah… Ramblers get on rambling. No map. No plan. Just noise and truth. --- **[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 --- **[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 --- **[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 --- **[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 --- **[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 --- **[Bridge – slower, dry]** They want punchlines I got paragraphs They want answers I got aftermaths --- **[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 --- **[Outro]** Yeah… Ramblers get on rambling. If you stayed long enough to hear it— That one’s on you.

Ramblers get on Ramblin