Lot to Learn (Explicit)

Lot to Learn (Explicit) - Luke Christopher

Written by：Luke Christopher

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 sh*t to learn I'll admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

I still got a lot of sh*t 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 sh*t to learn I'll admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

I still got a lot of sh*t to learn I'll admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

We still got a lot of sh*t to learn just admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

We still got a lot of sh*t 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 sh*t to learn I'll admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

I still got a lot of sh*t 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 livin' 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 see-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

N' dun d-dun dun

I still got a lot of sh*t to learn I'll admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

I still got a lot of sh*t 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 sh*t to learn I'll admit it

N' dun d-dun dun

I still got a lot of sh*t to learn I'll admit it