Pumped Up Kicks Remix

[Verse 1]

I've been on the blacktop

Steady throwing elbows

Ever since I was was in corduroys and velcros

Ever since you did your impression of Melrose

Pace

A giggling gaggle of Tickle me Elmos

I ate some wheaties and graduated to shell toes

Running from a bully, man I'm thinking hell no

Chain me to a tree, I'm waiting for the bulldozer

You only woulda seen skate away if hell froze

May not be bigger but you're never gonna pick on me

You're Cedric Diggory. I'm Nicholas Nickleby

You better pick a team

There's no in between

You want a nickelbag

You want some nicotine

You wanted a fix

I will never be your goldmine

Taking my kicks

And I'm hanging em over the phoneline

So you can find me, posted feeling so fine

[Verse 2]

At Buena Vista elementary in second grade

One whistle is when recess ends

Two whistles is an earthquake drill

Three means every kid better hit the deck

Unless you want to catch a stray bullet or a ricochet from a fight across the chainlink fence

I know that I don't look it but grew up in the middle of the city where only the quick make friends

A kid in Frisco

Navigating Lombard

No On Star

I'm on BART

No lawn darts

Not saying I'm hard

But I got street val for my pokemon cards

Better put me onto Pawn stars

And I'll Barter like my gramma when she wants art

Every block or two I skate around another beggar

Leaning on a cop car

Baked as a pop tart