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7 years ago
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 myN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itFeeling like a digit in a system, just another stupid numberI don't know, know, knowEverything is twisted, I can feel itIt's another stupid summer where it's cold, cold, coldAnd we can do it on our ownHead up to a place where baby no one goesIn a rocket full of liquor, in a Polaroid for picturesBaby you should stop me, 'fore I lose controlHow imperfect a person am I?Go through your purse and put on your disguiseYou see the stars, but they just see the skiesAnd 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 myN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itN' dun d-dun dunWe still got a lot of shit to learn, just admit itN' dun d-dun dunWe still got a lot of shit to learn, don't you get it?Got your finger on the trigger and you aiming at the mirrorDon't you shoot, that ain't you, nah'Cause on the outside you pretendingBut 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 disguiseYou see the stars, but they just see the skiesAnd 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 myN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itCheers to the fact that you’re living in, this is your worldThey say they ain’t feeling you, they livin' in the old worldWord to my old girl, and word to me tooI only say it and I might because I need toFeeling like I’m see through and life is a windowI be runnin' opposite the way that the wind blowYou pick up the pieces of the things that you didn’t knowSo when you hear the top you better scream that you been thoughIf 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 myN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itIf 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 myN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itN' dun d-dun dunI still got a lot of shit to learn, I'll admit itTook me so long, leave a like❤️