Run

Tough these days

You were knocking on the door
They're looking at you through the peeper
You say you don't love them, they say they don't love you either
You say you don't care, you're lying through your teeth-a
You're cut deep down and the wound is getting deeper
You're getting kinda hungry looking like a Wiz Khalifa
The roads are getting cold and now you're gonna catch a fever
Penny for your thoughts, that's because the door's staying closed
And your memories are getting no cheaper
Family first, but you're not a believer
It's been a nightmare for this daydreamer
They've done you dirty and it's getting no cleaner
'Cause even though you're hurt they're calling it a misdemeanour

Young boy run (run)
They're tryna keep you in the slums (slums)
Young boy run (run)
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Young boy run (run)
They're tryna keep you in the slums (slums)
Young boy run (run)
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself

Panic sets in, you realise that you're standing there alone
You pick your bags up and your running for the stairway
Adrenaline running from your head into your toes
'Cause you know that people they escape rarely
What's sin when you're sinning only to survive?
You're getting by but you're just getting by barely
You're stumblin', telling them that they don't know the struggle
They don't understand that struggle can be scary
Bottom of the stairs, you run out the fire exit
Backstreet boy, you don't wanna get arrested
Running through the city's got this young boy breathless
And he better be careful 'cause they'll eat him for breakfast

Young boy run (run)
They're tryna keep you in the slums (slums)
Young boy run (run)
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Young boy run (run)
They're tryna keep you in the slums (slums)
Young boy run (run)
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself

You catch your reflection in the window of a building
He can hear the giggling of children
They walk past but they never help him
What he's seen in the window, he could have killed him
Young boy run
That young boy shoulda ran
Shoulda ran as fast as he can
He's looking at himself, he's no longer a young boy
He's looking back at a grown man

Young boy run (run)
They're tryna keep you in the slums (slums)
Young boy run (run)
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Young boy run (run)
They're tryna keep you in the slums (slums)
Young boy run (run)
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself