Fucked Up Thoughts(Explicit)

[Verse 1: Sincerely Collins] Sometimes I ask myself Does God really exist? Is all this really real You know, the world that we livin' in Are we trapped in the matrix Of some TV show? If the answer is yes, then Does that make me, me yo? Will I find my trinity? Will I ever be happy? Is ignorance really bliss? Am I the only one asking? Is anybody listening? Am I all on my own? Why this world full of stars, feel more like Attack of The Clones? The man that knows something Knows that he knows nothing at all So to you to know nothing That makes you a know-it-all Now I'm sippin' red wine Listening to Erykah Trying to make sense of it And it takes dough to make bread So can you not make money if you don't spend nothing? But what if you the realest? What if you the dopest? I've done my research Relying on hope only makes you hopeless I pray to God every night and ask him to help me see Then I pour my drink and I start to think ' What if He was a She? ' Then I ask why we don't always get what we want? Is it cause our God is a selfish God? Or Is it just that time of the month? That's a fucked up thought... In a fucked up head Having fucked up dreams Stop Subject change I swerve around through these subject lanes Maintaining my sanity With a bunch of thoughts that remain untamed I'm the monkey in the middle with a baseball bat Trying not to go ape-shit They say the world gonna end real soon I'm glad, it could really use a face-lift Fucking democrats, and republicans They're the same thing I'm learning that I'm learning less As I'm growing older and aging Thinking back to things I thought when I was only like 18 Now I'm 23 and I'm wondering ' Was that even the same me? ', like... [Chorus: Anneka] Is it gonna be right this time? Is it gonna be golden? Is it gonna be right this time?