Pumped-Up Kicks (Unofficial Remix) MalachyTheDemon_official (Ft. Foster the People)
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Intro: DJD34TH:
So, this song, has a deep meaning to me
If you're reading the lyrics, make sure you read them well
V1: Foster The People:
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
V2:DJD34TH:
People say I belong in a mental house
But, truth is I belong in Slaughterhouse
Getting picked on everyday, cause I look like a fucking mouse
Grab some gasoline, douse the motherfucking Spider-Monkey in it, and light that shit
The hate of each day driving me insane
Just a lonely kid, trying to mask the pain, while hiding suicidal tendencies
Just trying to cope with it, but music ain't doing shit, so I'm aiming for my enemies
So...,
So, this song, has a deep meaning to me
If you're reading the lyrics, make sure you read them well
V1: Foster The People:
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
V2:DJD34TH:
People say I belong in a mental house
But, truth is I belong in Slaughterhouse
Getting picked on everyday, cause I look like a fucking mouse
Grab some gasoline, douse the motherfucking Spider-Monkey in it, and light that shit
The hate of each day driving me insane
Just a lonely kid, trying to mask the pain, while hiding suicidal tendencies
Just trying to cope with it, but music ain't doing shit, so I'm aiming for my enemies
So...,
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