[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1: Sincerely Collins]
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 n***as don't know me, I swear I got it figured out
Using n***as on n***as, that's how they take them n***as out
Uncle Tommy Hilfiger makin real figures huh
Why the real n***as feel they gotta kill n***as, what
I'm still that five year old tryin to see bigger things
What the world brings is designed to kill n***as dreams
Let your light beam, we can make it out the seams
We just gotta believe