Verse 1 It’s wild — could be a rollercoaster, could be a fight, Could be a stray cat meowing at night. You say you’re deep, but you’re just loud, Trying to play cool in a half‑empty crowd. You talk in stats, like you’re running the game, But feelings don’t fit in your data frame. You’re pressing buttons, thinking you’re slick, But baby, your logic’s just a magic trick. Pre‑Chorus You’re just a man‑child, chasing a vibe, Counting likes like they’re keeping you alive. I’m not your formula, I’m not your test — Sometimes chaos is what works best. Chorus The ratio is wild, it’s not all statistics, Sometimes I’m good, let’s be realistic. You think you’re the DJ, but you missed the beat, I’m dancing circles around your heat. The ratio is wild, unpredictable bliss, You can’t quantify a kiss. You’re just a man‑child, stuck in denial, Baby, the ratio’s wild. Verse 2 You say “trust the numbers,” I say “trust the night,” You’re coding feelings, but I’m living right. You measure love in megabytes, But I’m analog, I spark in lights. You’re chasing trends, I’m chasing truth, You’re stuck in loops, I’m breaking through. You’re pressing buttons, I’m flipping scripts, You’re losing rhythm, I’m taking trips. Bridge It’s not a graph, it’s not a chart, It’s the messy art of a beating heart. You can’t predict what I’ll do next, I’m the glitch in your perfect text. So take your stats and take your pride, I’m the chaos you can’t quantify. Final Chorus
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