Bea Miller - Pumped Up Kicks lyrics

Bea: 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 the box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you Carly: 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 You better run You better run You better run