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 living and 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 in the mic because I need to

Feeling like I'm see through and life is a window

I been running 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