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