Andre 3000 - A Life In The Day Of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete) lyrics

[Produced by André 3000] [Verse] 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, n***a, 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 sh**, 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 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 dropped me off by the dungeon Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering Now are these n***as 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 n***as 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 7 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 n***a in Decatur Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life sh** Now, I'm 19 with a Cadillac My n***a 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 cla** 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 f**ed 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 want to 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 sh** 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'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 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 n***as 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 m**ms, gangstas, b**hes, rastas, and macaroni n***as, 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 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 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 "7" and he's 5 By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be 6 You do the arithmetic We 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 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 (music fades) [Radio Interview] 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 b**h up You need a jump like you'll need and you'll 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 (Interviewer) So the summer past and now the Rabbit's old? (Andre) Right...right, so now you want a Cadillac...