Lot To Learn

If I was a 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? What's the don do-do-don
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it
What's the don do-do-don
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it

Feelin? Like a digit in the system, just anotha stupid number
I don't know know know
Everything is twisted, I can feel it, it's another stupid summer
When it's cold cold cold
We can do it on our own, head up to a place where maybe no-one goes
In a rocket full of liquor and a polaroid fo? Pictures
Baby, you should stop me before I lose control

How a-perfect a person that might go through your person
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 a 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? What's the don do-do-don
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it
What's the don do-do-don
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it

Got yo finger on the trigger, and you aimin at the mirror
Don't you shoot, that ain't you, nah
'Cause on the outside you pretendin? But you hurtin? In the endin?
What's the truth, what's the truth?

How a-perfect a person that might go through your person
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 a 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? What's the don do-do-don
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it
What's the don do-do-don
I still got a lotta shit to learn, I'll admit it