[Intro: Rag'n'Bone Man]
It's tough these days

[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone]
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

[Chorus: Rag'n'Bone 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
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