Run (feat. Bugzy Malone)

It's 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 you're running for the stairway

Adrenaline running from your head into your toes

Because 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 stumbling, 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 coulda killed him

Young boy run

That young boy should have ran

Should have 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