Run (Offaiah Remix) - Bugzy Malone/Rag'n'Bone Man

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Young boy run run

Tough these days

Young boy

Tough these days

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 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

'Cos even though you're hurt they're calling it a misdemeanour

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

Tough these days

Young boy run run

You gotta love yourself these days

You gotta love yourself

Tough these days

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 your 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 storm in 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 'cos 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

Tough these days

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

Tough these days

Tough these days