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A Life In The Day Of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

アーティスト:OutKast  アルバム:Speakerboxxx/The Love Below  作詞:BENJAMIN ANDRE  作曲:BENJAMIN ANDRE 

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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


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