Текст (слова) песни: OutKast - A Life in the Day of Benjamin Andre (Inc

 
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 Laughed 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 2nd 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, ganstas, bitches, rastas, and macoroni 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 dredz 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? 
 
Right, right, so now you want a Cadillac...
 

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