Was so far from that place you wanna be
And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go
She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
When Twan had a daughter and
Or either when you're on your way to school
Drop out of college and never go back
Rastas, and Macaroni niggaz, imposters
When spring break and Daytona
Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand
We hit the road like Jack
That's right you were around before this shit begun
You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims
I get invited to a club where MC's at
Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
So I got glock and a low jack
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
That words only fucked it up more follow me
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
Volley if your hometown would be Heaven or Hell
By some nigga in Decatur who replied see you later
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
That note threw some niggaz in the hood off
But see I'd balled out, and 'fore I fall out
Silly once said, now, but those were the days
You do the arithmetic, me do the language arts
Because that's all you can think about
You give it bump, you give it all your time
No, I'm from Atlanta, baby, he from Savannah, maybe
But, I kept your number in my old phone
To get your pants was a mission impossible
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
Moment, on went myself and Big Boi
Which I was rocking at the time
Knowing the whole time that's all you could think about
Move to the South but that ain't a Kodak
But, when I got home I never did
I'd meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches
The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
I'd slow my lac down to a nice speed
Well, you knew him as Twan
Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
Now if I'm losing you, tell me then I'll double back
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
So the summer past and the rabbit is old?
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
To poke you in the heart and take you from the start
When he got the good news, that's life shit
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
You looked at me like, yeah nigga, right
So, changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with
The brain is that fried egg I might need
And Freakniks made you wanna
In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
We were both the same age but I
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note, now
You wanted something bigger and better
The next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop, pop
Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
And one in their ear, you know what I'm saying
The events that followed had me
Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?
Now you know her as Erykah on and on Badu
Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
But I promised I would call you when I got home
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
The same book of life so I'd paged you when
To make bread, never primary concern
And you change all the time
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
By day, studied the history of music
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Moved away from home to school with big plans
How's the lil' kid? She was about two the last time we spoke
And I'd laughed and they just keep smiling
15-love fit like glove
So that rabbit that you thought about that whole summer
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
I felt you that were getting off of work
Meanwhile the video starts playing
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
Got a new chip flip with the roam, roam
No regrets, no abortion, had a son
Therefore hard to tell
I was a child looking at the floor staring
Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street
Do that girl like that boy? You ought to be ashamed
Now are these niggaz in this house up to something
By the name of Seven and he's five
Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, “Ho”
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
And never said much ‘cause half of what he saw
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Yes ,we were selling it but no it wasn't blow
Well, yes and no
But keep in mind, at the time 'Keep It Real' was the phrase
Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
BET college radio and a van
You need a jump like you'll need in your rump to grow
When I was going through them phases trying to find
Y'all stand against the wall, blindfolded me throw the darts
Anything that seemed real in the world
Enough about me, how's about you?
So, on a trip to New York on some beeswax
You're hiking up your skirt now
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down, hey, we
You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
But you gave me your number, anyway you were on the talcum
Description is like 15 doves
Call Tyrone on the phone, why you
And that's as far as I got
New direction was apparent
