Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't 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 hidden in a box fun things And I even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my x2
Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Because dinner's in the and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah, the slight of my hand is a quick pull trigger I reason with my cigarette And say your hair's on fire You must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, outrun gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, than my bullet x2
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet x3