Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah he found a six-shooter gun In his dad's closet, in the box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he'scoming for you [Chorus x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He be cominghome late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?" [Chorus x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet Run, run, run, run, ru-ru-ru-run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run, run, run [Chorus x4:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
ChN12031 on July 17th, 2020 at 06:43 UTC »
Robert has a quick hand
TM-Piokachu on July 17th, 2020 at 07:55 UTC »
The Lyrics be lookin' nicer.Imma take 'em
Theagainmenn on July 17th, 2020 at 09:06 UTC »
Lyrics:
Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah he found a six-shooter gun In his dad's closet, in the box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he'scoming for you [Chorus x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He be cominghome late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?" [Chorus x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet Run, run, run, run, ru-ru-ru-run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run, run, run [Chorus x4:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet