Bugzy Malone, Rag’n’Bone Man - Run lyrics
Bugzy Malone [Aaron Davies]
Rag'n'Bone Man [Rory Charles Graham] Eastbourne, East Sussex, England. U.K. 🇬🇧
[Bugzy Malone, Rag’n’Bone Man - Run lyrics]
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 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 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 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'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 coulda 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
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