This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
Yeah E-40 and the mothafuckin' C-L-I-C-K in this mothafucka', you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game
It's another one of them droughts, my sohob, and this shit costs us like fuck
Niggas takin' losses that they can't make up
Gettin' gaffled for some of that shit call caika
Stretchin' the crack, makin' a bad batch
The screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But you all know it ain't no refunds in this shit that I'm sellin'
Cause during the drought season, niggas be lookin' for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsies, man, and pull out your buckets
Here's another part of this shit that a nigga needs uplift about the game
The drought season mayne, 'cause this shit here never remains the same
And a brother ain't about to let his mothafuckin' capital go, mayne
So instead hes gots to get scandalous
'Cause he can't keep up and handle to his business
Like he used to and he ain't rich when he being through
Gets outta school and a kid gotta make a smooth, come-up lick
Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds, swerve
Breakin' they punk ass, leave 'em scared
This is the type of shit that occur
So don't get caught loose on turf
I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin' with the highest overhead
Jackin' off my money yo' ass is out boy and I promise you that
I'm a money hungry mothafucka and I'm so serious about my scratch
So you're best bet is to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk bootch
I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth, and I put that on the Gooch
Droppin' mothafuckas just like a bad habit, dag-nab-it
Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it, now bag it
I got ice cream, candy and all kinds of things of that flavor
And maybe later I might be willin' to go low as long as you a buyer before
'Cause I'm the only mothafucka' with A-1 yola
None of that ol' cakin' with bakin' soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who got leftovers will become obese
Triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale
I even got enemies, with envy askin' me for yayo
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
A niggas tryin' to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry
'Cause I have a strong demand and supply
But in the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggas be runnin' off with D gafflin' muthafuckas, startin' at chances
'Cause a nigga's mail ain't to muthafuckin' fancy
Rollin' around with a deuce and a quarter
Can't get caught loose on the border
Sittin' on them thangs like 40 would say
Stay fuckin' with a bitch's brain
Can't be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson
Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin'
It's them bootsie muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin'
Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate
Now check game I'm tryin' to do my own muthafuckin' thang
But shit just ain't right
For heaters that got rolled too tight
Jackin' muthafucka's on sight
But I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck
When I'm tryin to get my cash flow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be
Niggas comin' up short tied, gagged, watch 'em short out from sea
For sale signs on a nigga's shit
'Cause he ain't got no muthafuckin' P
Sellin' up everything made of material G
The drought season
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
I'm really not all sure about when things finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick
What's a definition of a lick?
Takin' a niggas shit
Put that on somethin'
I put that on the click
If you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin' mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down
A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle
Whether it be sellin' dank or robbin' banks
Snitches can't go to the pen 'cause they fuck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
Niggas losin' they lives when they least expect it
It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know mayne
Spittin' that ol' shit that muthafuckas don't understand an
Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever
Specially in this type of weather, ya know?
The drought season
Thought he had cane but it was Gold Medal flour
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game
It's another one of them droughts, my sohob, and this shit costs us like fuck
Niggas takin' losses that they can't make up
Gettin' gaffled for some of that shit call caika
Stretchin' the crack, makin' a bad batch
The screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But you all know it ain't no refunds in this shit that I'm sellin'
Cause during the drought season, niggas be lookin' for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsies, man, and pull out your buckets
Here's another part of this shit that a nigga needs uplift about the game
The drought season mayne, 'cause this shit here never remains the same
And a brother ain't about to let his mothafuckin' capital go, mayne
So instead hes gots to get scandalous
'Cause he can't keep up and handle to his business
Like he used to and he ain't rich when he being through
Gets outta school and a kid gotta make a smooth, come-up lick
Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds, swerve
Breakin' they punk ass, leave 'em scared
This is the type of shit that occur
So don't get caught loose on turf
I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin' with the highest overhead
Jackin' off my money yo' ass is out boy and I promise you that
I'm a money hungry mothafucka and I'm so serious about my scratch
So you're best bet is to check yourself before you wreck yourself punk bootch
I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth, and I put that on the Gooch
Droppin' mothafuckas just like a bad habit, dag-nab-it
Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it, now bag it
I got ice cream, candy and all kinds of things of that flavor
And maybe later I might be willin' to go low as long as you a buyer before
'Cause I'm the only mothafucka' with A-1 yola
None of that ol' cakin' with bakin' soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who got leftovers will become obese
Triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale
I even got enemies, with envy askin' me for yayo
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
A niggas tryin' to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry
'Cause I have a strong demand and supply
But in the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggas be runnin' off with D gafflin' muthafuckas, startin' at chances
'Cause a nigga's mail ain't to muthafuckin' fancy
Rollin' around with a deuce and a quarter
Can't get caught loose on the border
Sittin' on them thangs like 40 would say
Stay fuckin' with a bitch's brain
Can't be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson
Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin'
It's them bootsie muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin'
Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate
Now check game I'm tryin' to do my own muthafuckin' thang
But shit just ain't right
For heaters that got rolled too tight
Jackin' muthafucka's on sight
But I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck
When I'm tryin to get my cash flow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be
Niggas comin' up short tied, gagged, watch 'em short out from sea
For sale signs on a nigga's shit
'Cause he ain't got no muthafuckin' P
Sellin' up everything made of material G
The drought season
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
I'm really not all sure about when things finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick
What's a definition of a lick?
Takin' a niggas shit
Put that on somethin'
I put that on the click
If you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin' mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down
A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle
Whether it be sellin' dank or robbin' banks
Snitches can't go to the pen 'cause they fuck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
Niggas losin' they lives when they least expect it
It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know mayne
Spittin' that ol' shit that muthafuckas don't understand an
Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever
Specially in this type of weather, ya know?
The drought season
Thought he had cane but it was Gold Medal flour
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
The drought season niggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour
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