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Bea Miller - Pumped Up Kicks 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 hidden in a box of fun things
And I don't even know what.
But it's coming for you, yeah it's coming for you.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
(2x)

Daddy works a long day.
He's coming home late, yeah 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.
The sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
Your hair's on fire, must have lost your wits, yeah.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Yeah
Oh Oh Oh

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
(3x)