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

Não fale mais o meu nome
Não me telefone
Por favor, não pergunte por mim
Vê se me esquece e some
Se eu te ver de longe
Viro a cara, finjo que não vi
Mas eu não vou mentir
'Tá doendo lá no fundo
Sem você, eu não consigo mais dormir
Vamos fazer assim
Melhor não me procurar
Porque eu morro de medo de te perdoar

Eu 'tô falando mal de você, iê
Que você nunca soube fazer, iê
Cem mil, com quem quiser, eu aposto
Se ela bater o dedo, eu volto

Eu 'to falando mal de você, iê
Que você nunca soube fazer, iê
Cem mil, com quem quiser, eu aposto
Se ela bater o dedo, eu volto
Ela não vale um real
Mas eu adoro

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