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fucking indie kid
Didn't imitate the smiths
We wouldn't have death cab for cutie
Or the fucking shins
So please be calm, it's not a competition
Art is about

up in a age
Strolled the page, turned it, now it's on
Can't ignore
The way you hit the club and play the floor
Hittin' up every position and that's for

Taxi Driver

Gym Class Heroes

Punk the Clock

2004

I took cutie for a ride in my death cab
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard

and Airwaves Death Cab for Cutie
Turn me off put on a CD
Turn me off put on a mother-flipping CD
Uh oh my gosh that is a lot of CDs
But okay we will take them

Paranoia hitting all the presidents
Judging by the press nothing's in a mess
Ready for a war
Got the fuckin tanks
People dying but we sent the package in
20

Listen, listen, listen, listen Linda
I know
That I’m psycho, yea
Death Cab for that Cutie
Don’t try yo boy like no newbie
Scar my soul and abuse me
As long

Netflix, yeah
So fuck a cold winter this a Dopinder
Death cab for a cutie and she so precious
I’ma make a killing, yeah I’ma go get it
I know you heard

felt us mothers prayed for us 
Teachers failed us felons came home caught another F 
There's another memorial there's another death 
Niggas got murdered

Death Cab for Cutie in a small suburban
They spoke to us while we were hurting
Pulling back the curtains on our burdens
And eventually we'll get to where

many places to go
With Death Cab for Cutie
On the radio
We'll drive and we'll climb
Till we lay down and die
We've got one way to go
And that's side by

Incarcerated Scarfaces

Raekwon

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 4

1996

runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated

Incarcerated Scarfaces

RZA

Wu: The Story of the Wu-Tang Clan

2008

runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated

Lyrics by Ben Gibbard (Death Cab For Cutie)

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in water

some caffeine
And the 'Narrow stairs' album by the band
Death Cab for Cutie
I fear that eventually, someone will shoot me
A loop of that scene from

one to come for me
No martyrs i kill him softly
Like sugar from Mr.Softee
A graphic death, by a designer
No panda, i ponder
Why they want me chasing

myself to a nice
Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the
Shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book

Scrolling through the pictures when I wake up in the morning
Flicking through the pages when I'm sleeping every night
I thought you'd never leave me

Cutie is darker than darkness itself?
Making it hard for even herself to distinguish her own shadow from her pretty self
A perfect illustration

a cutie with a double D
I'm playing like haters on my page that always bank on me
Foot all on the gas while all these brothers got their tank on E

heavier, the drowsiness appears
Exhausted but not weak, again on his knees, top gear
It's almost four, he puts on his clothes
Waiting for the elevator

65/Breakfast

MellowHype

Numbers

2012

a sick-minded freak, six minds kinda think
Sitcom-blinded geek found life by hide-and-seek
I climb the steep, a few times a week
The line's with skeet,

a page out the Bible really feel what the words mean
Hand rolled cigarettes and hash by the Paris canals
And some wine that I can barely pronounce
Blow

hear the more them hate.
If you think you are smarter try talking it out with me
Animosity, fuck up your perspective for the irony
Might need a purpose,

lungs from a world of pollution
Who am I with and why does it matter
Death is my cab and the angel's my chauffeur 
Cursed with you in my mind for months