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Andre 3000 - A Day In The Life Of Benjamin Andre 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 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 babyAndre 3000 - A Day In The Life Of Benjamin Andre - http://motolyrics.com/andre-3000/a-day-in-the-life-of-benjamin-andre-lyrics.html
 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...









