OutKast quotes

Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die

Horoscopes often lie

And sometimes, "Y"

Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain

I came into this world high as a bird

From secondhand cocaine powder—I know it sounds absurd

I never tooted, but it's in my veins

We on our back, starin' at the stars above (Aww, man)

Talkin' bout what we gonna be when we grow up (Mm)

I said, "What you wanna be?" She said, "Alive"

I live by the beat like you live check-to-check

If it don't move your feet, then I don't eat

Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever

You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather

On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever

Forever, forever ever? Forever ever?

Forever never seems that long until you're grown

My soliloquy may be hard for some to swallow

But so is cod liver oil

I met a critic, I made her shit her draws

She said she thought Hip-Hop was only guns and alcohol

I said "Oh hell naw! But yet, it's that too

You can't discrima-hate 'cause you done read a book or two

Bill Gates don't dangle diamonds in the face

Of peasants when he Microsoft'ing the place

Said, "Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut

You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what"

Teddy Pendergrass, cooler than Freddie Jackson sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm

Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain

It's him and I – Aquemini

So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet

In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat

Hit somersaults without the net

But this'll be the year that we won't forget

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang

I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up

And made more money 'cause my daddy never showed up

I started off starvin', now they got me out here Brett Favre'n

Tryna see if I still got it, got it

Stickin' together like flour and water, to make that slow dough

We worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for

Each other, like we brothers from another mother

Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover

Shit, cops and robbers, niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents

They get in a slump, like baseball players, when they short on they rent

The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion horse with skates on

You know? Smooth, like a hot comb on nappy-ass hair

And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues