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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

OMG

shut the hell up mason

"...More than a Sunday morning Lord
Turnin' some poor lost soul found, Hallelujah bound
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down
'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown..."

i aint the runaway kind
i cant change that
my hearts stuck in these streets like the train tracks

City sky ain't the same black
Ain't that a map dot shame, man, to think that

i cant believe you listen to country

why not? XD

idk

...ok ig lol
I listen to a lot of stuff, as long as it isnt classical music, jazz, or rock, i'll listen to it XD

oof

ye

do you know this song tho?

That night I hit rock bottom sittin’ on an old barstool
He paid my tab and put me in a cab – he didn’t have to
But he could see I was hurtin’, oh I wish I’d got his name
I didn’t feel worth savin’ but he saved me just the same

And that day out on the water when the fish just wouldn’t bite
I put my pole down, floated around – it was just so quiet
I could hear my old man... sayin’ son just be still
You can’t find peace like this in a bottle or a pill

From a bar stool, to that Evinrude
sunday mornin’ in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
an interstate back to nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
me and him just ridin’ around
yeah sometimes...whether i’m lookin’ for him or not
That’s where I find God

Sometimes late at night, I lie there and listen
To the sound of her heart beatin’ and that song the crickets are singin’
And I don’t know what they’re sayin’
But it sounds like a hymn to me
Naw I ain’t too good at prayin’
But thanks for everything

From a bar stool, to that Evinrude
sunday mornin’ in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
an interstate back to nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
me and him just ridin’ around
yeah sometimes...whether i’m lookin’ for him or not
That’s where I find God

From a bar stool, to that Evinrude
sunday mornin’ in a church pew
In a deer stand or a hay field
an interstate back to nashville
In a Chevrolet with the windows down
me and him just ridin’ around talkin’... well i do that a lot, well i do that a lot
Cause that’s where I find God

where I find god, right?

found* but whatever, yes

yeah, that XD

like that song?

eh, its alright ig XD

because you dont believe in god, i dont either, well not quite yet anyways

ye

Britteny spears sang this song

nope

wrong person and wrong genre

I was joking

mhm

people who dont like beer:

oooooooooooooof

yea