If I was the question,
would you be my answer?
If I was the music,
would you be the dancer?
If I was the student,
would you be the teacher?
If I was the sinner,
would you be the preacher?
Would you be my...
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
Feeling like a digit
in a system,
just another stupid number
I don't know, know, know
Everything is twisted,
I can feel it
It's another stupid summer
where it's cold, cold, cold
And we can do it on our own
Head up to a place
where baby no one goes
In a rocket full of liquor,
in a Polaroid for pictures
Baby you should stop me,
'fore I lose control
How imperfect a person am I?
Go through your purse
and put on your disguise
You see the stars,
but they just see the skies
And you see my scars,
what do they see?
If I was the question,
would you be my answer?
If I was the music,
would you be the dancer?
If I was the student
would you be the teacher?
If I was the sinner,
would you be the preacher?
Would you be my...
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
We still got a lot of shit
to learn, just admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
We still got a lot of shit
to learn, don't you get it?
Got your finger
on the trigger
and you aiming'at the mirror
Don't you shoot,
that ain't you, nah
Cause on the outside
you pretending
But you hurtin'
in the inner,
what's the truth,
what's the truth now?
How imperfect a person am I?
Go through your purse
and put on your disguise
You see the stars,
but they just see the skies
And you see my scars
what do they see?
If I was the question,
would you be my answer?
If I was the music,
would you be the dancer?
If I was the student,
would you be the teacher?
If I was the sinner,
would you be the preacher?
Would you be my...
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
Cheers to the fact that
you’re living in, this is your world
They say they ain’t feeling you,
they livin' in the old world
Word to my old girl,
and word to me too
I only say it and
I might because I need to
Feeling like I’m see through
and life is a window
I be runnin' opposite the way
that the wind blow
You pick up the pieces of the things
that you didn’t know
So when you hear the top
you better scream that you been though
If I was the question,
would you be my answer?
If I was the music
would you be the dancer?
If I was the student,
would you be the teacher?
If I was the sinner,
would you be the preacher?
Would you be my
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
If I was the question,
would you be my answer?
If I was the music,
would you be the dancer?
If I was the student,
would you be the teacher?
If I was the sinner,
would you be the preacher?
If I was the question,
would you be my answer?
If I was the music,
would you be the dancer?
If I was the student,
would you be the teacher?
If I was the sinner,
would you be the preacher?
Would you be my...
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
N' dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit
to learn, I'll admit it
