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
[Rag´n´Bone 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
[Bugzy Malone] 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
[Rag´n´Bone 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
[Bugzy Malone] 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
[Rag´n´Bone 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