Well, you are who you are

Well, you're out on the streets
And you're having a laugh
Well, there's nothing to beseech
You're having a blast
Well, you warming up keep
So you follow your feet
With your hole in your mouth
With your hop in the beats
Are you hot on the couch?
And you're burning up houses
Well, you are who you are

Well, you are who you are
Well, you are who you are
Well, you are who you are

When it's up in your teeth
So you stay on your seat
Will you know when to seat
When you haven't deceived
Well I know it's a struggle
It's some kind of debacle
Well you are who you are, who you are, who you are
Who you are, who you are, who you are
Well, you are who you are

Well I know it's a struggle, it's some kind of debacle
And you pretty your face
With your blood and your speeds
Just follow your feet
Well, you are who you are

Well, you are who you are

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Writer(s): Aaron Dessner, Justin Vernon