Robert's got a quick hand, He'll look around the room, He wont 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, 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 better run, better run, out run my gun, All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, faster than my bullet. (x2)
You're not faster than my bullet, yeah, You're not faster than my bullet, yeah.
I got that heater like Miami sun, And it's shining down on you, No matter where you're from, A couple rockets in your stadium, And we're gonna blow this thing, Until kingdom come.
Another sweatshirt and a black hat, I make the most of everyday, 'Cause there no coming back, I snap the creatures in their habitat, I had them all keep pacing, Like we're running track.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, out run my gun, All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, faster than my bullet. (x4)
You're not faster than my bullet, yeah, You're not faster than my bullet, yeah.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
