My tongue is like a treadmill
With a pilates teacher running on it faster than a windmill, downhill
My mind is like a hopeless puzzle, connected by an open funnel
To my mouth which is a broken muzzle
Then I release my thoughts and they drown the room in a soaking puddle
Now I’m swimming in an ocean of trouble
He took it to far, he broke the bubble
I apologize, but my emotions ain't subtle
They say Frak you crossed the line, I’m talking till I’m lost in time
I swear I’d make an awful mime
Some enjoy it, some say it’s annoying
I should be a lawyer, at least work at a hair salon
I can talk the walk, but I can’t walk the talk
Cuz whenever my tongue strolls it turns into a marathon

Just a young kid with fascinating intelligence
And when I tell stories, exaggerate and embellish it
Sometimes I miscalculate and I let it slip
I wish my words were a document, and I could edit it
I thought I only said a bit, but it turned to sentences
That turned to paragraphs, then people would stare and laugh
I didn’t give a care for math, but in English it was hard for me to share the class
They're portray me as obnoxious kid, I’m entertaining arguments, they claiming that I’m starting shit, I’m saying what my heart omits
The opposite of moderate, I’m talkative and confident and I won’t stop this shit until I’m told to put a sock in it
And to the most ambitious of women, I wish you would listen, sometimes I just need to vent my opinions. That’s why I need a girl with the patience not be anxious with this dispositoion
The instruments of my mental creating instrumentals
I hear the choir singing in my temple
My heads pounding with the percussion of a drum
If I try to hold it in I get concussion and I’m numb
So I let flush in and it’s rushing with a hum
Now this music has erupted a discussion on my tongue
They say Frak: all that chitter-chater is pointless
But I’d rather be boisterous than voiceless