Talkbox: Bruno Mars
Lead Vocals: Bruno Mars
Background Vocals: Bruno Mars
Talkbox: Byron «Mr Talkbox» Chambers
Recording Engineer: Charles Moniz
Background Vocals: Christopher Brody Brown
Guitar: Dave Foreman
Engineer: Jacob Dennis
Background Vocals: James Fauntleroy
Mixing Engineer: John Hanes
Background Vocals: Philip Lawrence
Mixing Engineer: Serban Ghenea
Executive Producer: Shampoo Press
Recorded by: Gelly Kusuma
Recorded by: Henry Dessources
All Instruments: J.R. Rotem
Mixing Engineer: J.R. Rotem
Vocals: Jason Derulo
Writer: Jason Desrouleaux
Writer: Jonathan Rotem
Talkbox: Bruno Mars
Lead Vocals: Bruno Mars
Background Vocals: Bruno Mars
Talkbox: Byron «Mr Talkbox» Chambers
Recording Engineer: Charles Moniz
Background Vocals: Christopher Brody Brown
Guitar: Dave Foreman
Engineer: Jacob Dennis
Background Vocals: James Fauntleroy
Mixing Engineer: John Hanes
Background Vocals: Philip Lawrence
Mixing Engineer: Serban Ghenea
Executive Producer: Shampoo Press
Lyrics:
Just stop your crying, its a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying, itll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here
Masterer: Stephen Marcussen
Executive Producer: The Smeezingtons
Composer, Writer: Andrew Wyatt
Writer: Ari Levine
Writer: Brody Brown
Writer: Bruno Mars
Composer, Writer: Claude Kelly
Writer: Philip Lawrence
Special thanks to Guilly for helping us with this video.
Performers from left to right:
Joel Cassady
Sarah Blackwood
Gianni Luminati
Marshall
Taylor
Extra Tags:
Walk off the earth
wote
2 guys 1 guitar
3 guys 1 guitar
4 guys 1 guitar
5 guys 1 guitar
gianni luminati
gianni nicassio
sarah blackwood
gianni and sarah
marshall
walk off the earth
Roberts got a quick hand
Hell look around the room
He wont tell you his plan
Hes got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth
Hes a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six-shooter gun
In his dads closet, in the box of fun things
I dont even know what
But hes coming for you, yeah hescoming for you
[Chorus x2:]
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 be cominghome late, and hes coming home late
And hes bringing me a surprise
Cause dinners in the kitchen and its packed in ice
Ive waited for a long time
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say, «Your hairs on fire, you mustve lost your wits, yeah?»
[Chorus x2:]
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
Run, run, run, run, ru-ru-ru-run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run
Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run, run, run
[Chorus x4:]
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
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