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...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun 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, before I lose control
How imperfect a person am I?
To go through your purse, and put on your disguise
You see the stars, but they just see the skies
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...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun dun dun
We still got a lot of shit to learn, just admit it
And the dun 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 hurting in the inner
What's the truth, what's the truth now?
How imperfect a person am I?
To 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...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun 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?
Would you be my...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun 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?
Would you be my...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
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...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun 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, before I lose control
How imperfect a person am I?
To go through your purse, and put on your disguise
You see the stars, but they just see the skies
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...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun dun dun
We still got a lot of shit to learn, just admit it
And the dun 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 hurting in the inner
What's the truth, what's the truth now?
How imperfect a person am I?
To 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...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun 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?
Would you be my...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun 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?
Would you be my...?
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
The dun dun dun
I still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit it
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