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 ...

It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it
It's the 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 ...

It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it
It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it

And the dun d-dun dun
We still got a lot of shit to learn
Just admit it
And the 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 ...

It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it
It's the 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 living 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 seein' 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 ...

It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it
It's the 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 ...

It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it
It's the dun d-dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn
I'll admit it