- Usher Pumped Up Kicks 歌詞
- Usher
- (If you know the words, sing along with me!)
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
It's hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
He found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet looking to a box of fun things
And I don't 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 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
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
Daddy 's working real late
And 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 such a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now 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 my gun
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
Run, run, run, eh, eh, eh
Run, run, run, eh, eh, eh
Run, run, run, eh, eh, eh
Run, run, run
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun (You'd better run now)
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet(You 'd better run, you'd better run away from me now)
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
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
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