Run (feat. Rag’n’Bone Man)

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 misdemeanor 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 '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 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 could have killed him Young boy run That young boy should have run Should have run 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