A Life In The Day Of Benjamin Andr?.. Lyrics

A Life In The Day Of Benjamin Andr?.. lyrics

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia

Said, '€œMe 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 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, '€œHo'€?

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, '€œKeep it real'€? was the phrase

Silly once said, '€œNow 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, '€œY'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 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 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