of 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 You're cut deep down and the womb 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 Penny for your thoughts, that's because the doors stay enclosed 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 heard her calling it a misdemeanor.
Young boy, run, run.
And they'll try to keep you in the slums, the slums.
Young boy, run, run.
You gotta love yourself these days.
You gotta love yourself.
Young boy, run, run.
Trying to keep you in your slums, slums.
Young boy, run, run You gotta love yourself these days You gotta love yourself
You realize that you're standing there alone.
You pick your box up when you're running for the stairway.
Adrenaline running from your head into your toes because you know the people, they escape rarely.
What's sin?
When you're sinning only to survive, you're getting by, but you're just getting by daily.
You're stumbling, telling them that they don't know the struggle.
They don't understand the struggle can be scary.
Bottom of the stairs, you run out of fire exit.
Backstreet boy, you don't want to get arrested.
Running through the city's got this young boy breakfast.
And you better be careful, because they'll eat him for breakfast.
Young boy, run.
And they're trying to keep you in the slums, the slums.
Young boy, run, run.
You gotta love yourself these days.
You gotta love yourself.
Young boy, run, run.
We're trying to keep you in your 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 him.
What he seen in the window, he could have 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.
And try to keep you in the stars.
Young boy, run, run You gotta love yourself these days You gotta love yourself Young boy, run, run
I'm trying to keep you in your slums, slums.
Young boy run, run.
You gotta love yourself these days.
You gotta love yourself.
Thank you.
