A Life In The Day Of Benjamin André (incomplete) Lyrics - Outkast

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia 

Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album 

You looked at me like "yeah, nigga right" 

But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum 

Powder, how's about them oranges 

Moved away from home to school with big plans 

By day, studied the history of music 

By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance 

To get your pants was a mission impossible 

We were both the same age but I 

Suppose wasn't on the same page but in 

The same book of life so I'd paged you when 

I felt you that were getting off of work 

Or either when you're on your way to school 

We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert 

And in my idle head I'm thinking cool 

Just when I think I'm going down your shirt 

You're hiking up your skirt now 

The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be 

Heaven or Hell 

The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best 

Therefore hard to tell 

You'd dropped me off by the dungeon 

Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering 

Now are these niggaz in this house up to something 

Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function? 

Well, yes and no 

Yes we were selling it 

But no it wasn't blow 

Cook it in the basement then move it at a show 

Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled "ho" 

Meanwhile the video starts playing 

BET college radio and a van 

Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand 

And one in their ear 

You know what I'm saying 

But, I kept your number in my old phone 

Got a new chip flip with the roam roam 

So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits 

But I promised I would call you when I got home 

But, when I got home I never did 

By the time I did, heard that you had a kid 

By some nigga in Decatur 

Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life shit 

Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac 

My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack 

Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop 

So I got glock and a low jack 

You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw 

And never said much 'cause half of what he saw 

Was so far from that place you wanna be 

That words only fucked it up more follow me 

Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at? 

Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back 

But keep in mind, at the time "keep it real" was the phrase 

Silly once said now, but those were the days 

When spring break 

And Daytona 

And Freakniks 

Made you wanna 

Drop out of college and never go back 

Move to the south but that ain't a Kodak 

Moment, on went myself and big boi 

Well, you knew him as Twan 

That's right you were around before this shit begun 

When Twan had a daughter and 

Sort of was made to mature before the first tour 

We hit the road like jack 

Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak 

Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands? 

And I'd laugh and they just keep smiling 

No, I'm from Atlanta, baby 

He from Savannah, maybe 

We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we 

Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes 

She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants 

15-love 

Fit like glove 

Description is like 

15 doves 

In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost 

Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree? 

Enough about me 

How's about you? 

How's the lil' kid? 

She was about 2 the last time we spoke 

I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink 

Cause I'd start the second album off on another note 

Now, that note threw some niggaz in the 'hood off 

But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out 

I'd Slow my Lac down to a nice speed 

The brain is that fried egg I might need 

New direction was apparent 

I was a child looking at the floor staring 

So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast 

Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street 

To make bread - never primary concern 

Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn 

I'd meet muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas, and macaroni niggaz - imposters 

So on a trip to New York on some beeswax 

I get invited to a club where emcees at 

And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head 

Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreds with 

Which I was rocking at the time 

When I was going through them phases trying to find 

Anything that seemed real in the world 

Still searching, but I started liking this girl 

Now you know her 

As Erykah on and on Badu 

Call Tyrone on the phone why you 

Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed 

The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name 

We're young, in love, in short we had fun 

No regrets no abortion, had a son 

By the name of Seven 

And he's five 

By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six 

You do the arithmetic 

Me do the language arts 

Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts 

To poke you in the heart 

And take you from the start 

To one luxury transportation and a Marta card 

Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays 

Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart 

Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor 

And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard 

You fix it up. you trick it out. you give it rims. you give it bump 

You give it all your time because that's all you can think about 

.And that's as far as I got 

[Dialogue] 

And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go 

knowing the whole time that's all you could think about 

even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up 

you need a jump like you'll need in your rump to grow 

and you change all the time so that rabbit that you thought about 

that whole summer, the next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more 

you wanted something bigger and better 

So the summer past and the rabbit is old? 

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