You've been knocking on the door, they're looking at you through the paper
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
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 colder now, you're gonna catch a fever
Ready for your thoughts, that's because the doors stay closed
And your memories are getting no cheaper
Family first, but you're not a believer
It's been a nightmare for this daydreamer
You've done your 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 trying to 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 trying to keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days, you gotta love yourself
Unaccessing, you feel like you're standing there alone
You pick your box up and you're running from the stairway
Adrenaline, running from your head into your throat
Cause you know the people, they escape rarely
And you're sinning only to survive the 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, the struggle can be scary
But under the stairs, you run out to fire a red clip
Backstreet boy, you're the one that get arrested
Running through the city, he's got this young boy breathless
And he better be careful, cause they'll eat him for breakfast
Young boy run, run
They're trying to 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 trying to keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days, you gotta love yourself
You catch a reflection in the window of a building
You can hear the giggling of children
They walk past, but they never help it
What he's seeing in the window, he could've killed it
Young boy run, that young boy should've ran
Should've ran as fast as he can
He's looking at himself, he's no longer a young boy
He's looking back like a grown man
Young boy run, run
They're trying to 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 trying to keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days, you gotta love yourself
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've run, what's in it, young boy
Young boy should've, young boy should've
