I was a boat trapped in a bottle Dying for water, you were the ocean I was a compass, I couldn't find heaven I didn't know how, but I was broken I was a castaway with no end I drew a broken heart in the sand And you were the wave, the wave, the wave That

Stand up and run (Stand up and run) Oh I had a feeling Buried inside Into my arms Covered beneath your Blanket of pride Oh I couldn't tell you how numb I felt inside

Copycat, copycat, copycat Copy everyone else Copy copy copy copy yourself Copy copy copy everyone else They had an accident and they never noticed anyway A lack of originality couldn't focus on the day So much for the radio everybody sounds the same

Oh my God, oh my God Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got City just turned into the oh I ride Pretty

Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on She couldn't scream while I held her close I swore I'd never let her go Tell me what you want to know There ain't no motive for this crime Jenny was a friend of mine We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same We

Everything works out in the end They told me (They told me) Everything works out in the end I never seen it coming I couldn't read the signs Now I know that it means nothing But you are always on my mind I got tricked into believing You were the only one

But it's the right way And a little uphill climb And it's the hard way The right way This glove's really cool, wow Oh, why don't you take it? Oh no, no, I couldn't​ Are you sure?

Your love is life saving You always catch me when I fall Together we’ve grown All I want you to know And I couldn’t be the same without you darling If ever apart Is your love is life changing Woman your love is life changing Affairs of the heart

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest

With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny Well, baby, what I couldn't do In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.