Lyrics Others - Sincerely Collins

Others

We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
Yo, real real (uh)
Am I the only one who feels like this
Like, maybe the real world isn’t real like this
Like, the road less traveled could be the ideal road
Like, maybe we’re all blinded by the light we hold
Don’t give a fuck about my soul, and if it might be sold
Don’t give a fuck about my art, and if it might be cold
I don’t believe in all them history books
I don’t believe in all that shit that they told me
I don’t believe the presidents of my homies
Them niggas don’t know me, I swear I got it figured out
Using niggas on niggas, that’s how they take them niggas out
Uncle Tommy Hilfiger makin real figures huh
Why the real niggas feel they gotta kill niggas, what
I’m still that five year old tryin to see bigger things
What the world brings is designed to kill niggas dreams
Let your light beam, we can make it out the seams
We just gotta believe
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
(uh)
Look to the stars, fallin' kings reminding us that we kings too
Provide the entertainment, they pay to see what us kings do
I’m legitimately offended for all that knowledge kept
Simply 'cause I haven’t made a dollar yet
This whole thing could have been easier
But y’all had to be greedy, right
I’ve talked to the sun to relate to someone, I’ve seen the light
I’ve got insecurities that I blame for my vivid flaws
Couldn’t afford to feature, so had to channel my inner Nas
Tap into the source, when I wanna see the true me
A new god flows from this fountain of opportunity
Hater is just a compliment, the closest you get true envy
I devote my grind to the humankind until it’s through with me
True shit, keep it two cents, we dont need it
Ask my close friends about passion, they’ll say I bleed it
I gave my city my heart, it fell in my lap for me
But I got work to do, pray for me fam, don’t clap for me
Don’t clap for me
I got work to do,, pray for me fam, don’t clap for me
Fixed god
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
(Final Round)
Yo, we all God’s, defying of all odds, in ways we all ill
I’m just braver, 'cause I’m tugging emotions we all feel
I don’t beef for rappers, I beef with people that’s threatening
When I run into Trump, I might fuck him up for my Mexicans
Stand his ass up, and then fuck him up for the rest of us
Word to Seinfeld, we gonna celebrate like it’s Festivus
I’m a mess, and it’s obvious that it’s making us prosperous
Who would’ve thought that me being clever would lead to profiting
Yo, a rap god, if you mention me that’s a synonym
Couldn’t afford to feature, I channeled my inner Eminem
A human euphemism of how the world is changing
I know you’ve been feeling strange
And don’t worry, Imma explain it on God…
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids
We’re the
Crazy kids, Rebel kids, Silent kids, Wild kids, Lonely kids