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Ghost: The String Quartet Tribute to Death Cab for Cutie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Acoustic Tribute To Death Cab For Cutie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Atlantic Records Presents: Death Cab for Cutie in Living Stereo! (Death Cab for Cutie) · För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Cutie Pie (One Way) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · American Cutie (Little Feat) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) – and 90 other albums »


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
In san francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab

What goes on
Is not what we're told to see

Patrick henry said "Give me
[Chorus]
"Presidents to represent me" "Get money!"
"I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!"
"I'm out for presidents to represent me"
'cause of their negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, WHAT?
Kind and underminding, grimy, stiff
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. bush
death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks

dear Mr. President you had
my mind is older, and it’ll forever be
Dead presidents to the homies, death to my enemies

Murder, murder, murder, what would you do?
Have you ever had
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
and pain
Going insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Bond is my life so I live by my word
Never fraudulent Queens bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speaking
Rebel
world
Decipher my deceiver make him a believer
Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver

Bond is my life so I live by my word
Never
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
on the higher flow
Livin the crimes hittin them slide 
For the see-note

Yo..
President city
Pourin right on the JJs and Sautee
Cab Callowayin the last
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
committin homicides and drive-bys 

livin with ????? 

but still slanging that fuckin pie 

and got more bitches than you 

so what the fuck you
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was

Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With
on the higher flow
Livin the crimes hittin them slide 
For the see-note

Yo..
President city
Pourin right on the JJs and Sautee
Cab Callowayin the last
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya

It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
I'm probably gonna get struck by lightning this time

To all the weed that I've smoked
Yo! this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended
Yeah
I'm probably gonna get struck by lightning this time

To all the weed that I've smoked
Yo! this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended
Yeah
to death son, you ever thought about that?

[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops
to death son, you ever thought about that?

[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops
the world just me and myself.
In back the back of the cab, son bled to death.
It's fucked up he was a good nigga...

[Word up..the street stories..know what

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