OutKast - A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete) lyrics

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 your 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 Impo–ssible
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 page you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We started 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 drop me off by the Dungeon
Never came in
But I knew that you were wondering
"Now, are these niggas in this
House up to something?
Selling crack, sack by sack
So they could function?"
W W 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 niggas with a
Blunt in their hand
And one in they 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 digit's
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'd 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 a Glock and a LoJack
Yeah, 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 when 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 Bo
Well, you knew hm as "'Twan"
That's right you were around
Before this shit begun
Well 'Twan had a daughter and
Sorta was made to mature
Before the first tour
We hit the road like Jack
Laughed and cried and drive it
Back with some 'gnac girls used to say
"Y'all talk funny y'all from the islands?"
And I'd laugh, and they'd 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
Gotta go because the bus is
Pulling out in thirty minutes"
She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants
Fifteen-love, fit like glove
Description is like fifteen 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 two 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 niggas in the hood off
But see, I'd balled out
And 'fore I'd fall out
I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was 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
Relief 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 niggas: "impastas"
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 dreads 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 & 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
Were 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 'rithmetic
Me do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded
We throw the darts
To poke you in the heart and
Take you from the start
To when "luxury transportation" meant
A MARTA card
Or either when your girlfriend that
Went to Mays' mama
Or her daddy let her borrow the Benz
Because she 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 (music fades)

"And that's as far as I got, and where
I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer
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
Need and you want 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 passed and
Now the Rabbit's old?"
"Right right, so now you want a Cadillac"