[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?