Wore his hoodie up, pants hanging down
Back pocket, lucky stripes,
She was a good, good girl
But when she cut at night, she cut all alone
She died, her hair black and green
And when the good, good girl
Homemade tattoos said we are free
We are young, we're gonna rise
Like a river needs to flow
Like a tree needs to grow
We are young, we're gonna run
No one loves me like you do
No one loves me like you do
We skipped out on school,
lived in an aunt's backyard
your momma's credit cards
and drove towards the sun
we're gonna drive real far
I'll skate the pro, you can learn guitar
This life has not been good to me
my mama don't have dreams
They keep the house real neat,
But I keep their secrets back, you and me
We are young, and we're gonna run
Like a river needs to flow,
like a tree needs to grow
We are young, and we're gonna run
No one loves black dudes,
no one loves black dudes so
And the night turned cold,
He held tight to the wheels,
and angels came down to see
The angels came, the angels saw,
the angels made the final call
We'll take them two by two
They are young, on the run
Like a river that needs to flow
Like a tree that needs to grow
They are young, on the run
No one loves them like you do
No, no one loves them like you do
They are young, on the run
Like the river needs to flow
Like a tree that needs to grow
They are young, on the run
No one loved you like you do
No, no one loved you like you do
