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Pumped Up Kicks
Foster the People 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 found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet, oh in a box of fun things
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 works a long day
He be coming home 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
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

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

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

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Mark Foster

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Fernando Quina

Robert tiene una mano rápida
Él mirará alrededor de su habitación, no te contará su plan
Tiene un cigarrillo enrollado
Colgando en su boca, es un niño vaquero

Sí, encontró una pistola de seis tiros
En el armario de su papá, en una caja de cosas divertidas
Y yo ni siquiera sé qué pasó
Pero él viene por ti, sí, él viene por ti

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Papá trabaja todo el día
Llegará tarde a casa y él está llegando a casa tarde
Y me trae una sorpresa
Porque la cena está en la cocina y sigue congelada

He esperado durante mucho tiempo
Sí, la destreza de mi mano ahora aprieta los gatillos
Discuto con mi cigarro
Y le digo: Tu cabello está en llamas, debes haber perdido la cabeza, sí

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre
Corre, corre, corre, corre, corre

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala

Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más que mi pistola
Todos los otros niños con los zapatos caros
Más les vale correr, más les vale correr más rápido que mi bala



TheUnkwn_Person

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 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 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

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'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
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah

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

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

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

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

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



Lolo Roka Agatha Hasugian

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 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 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

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'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
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah

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

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

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
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
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



vitorscoan 0_0

assim...
quando era estudante...
tinha 10 anos Por aí eu ouvia essa música...
gostava até :)...
mas daí quando descobri a tradução eu fiquei traumatizado...
pensava oque faria se viesse um ou uns caras matando geral...
oque faria se ouvisse um tiro
essas coisas daí uns 5/6 meses dps eu esqueci ...
essa música me marcou...
não de uma forma tão boa...
faz muito tempo...



osk libo

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 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 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
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'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
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah
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
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
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
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
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



Tyler Albright

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 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 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
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'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
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah
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
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
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
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
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

Have a nice day



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your mom

I accidentally played this song in class now everyone’s tryna be friends with me for some reason. Weird

zaiA

lol

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Cyrus The Great

This is the first song in this world that I can honestly label as SCARY

Flatheaded Catman

No, I don't think it is at all. I've just been trying to figure out the goddamn surprise his dad is bringing home since this fuckin song came out!

Xander Viktor

@Amanuel Ejigufirst time was showed that song it had me fucked up for a few days and that’s not an exaggeration in the least

Doom slayer

Hmmm never heard of the quake soundtrack

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