Lot to Learn

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