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"
Weeblelations
Weeblelations testin' testin' testin' testin'
Hey turn my mic up this a bitch I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka
That boy 8ball 4-tay speese-weeze spice-weeze ya smell me?
It's e-feeze muthafuckas ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out
Niggas gon' be feelin' what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze
Hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin' in a rage
Kill wit a pill broke game like Nintendo
Three hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to frisco
Bumpin' the rappin' 4-tayzee baby
Me an' 40 water in the big body Mercedes
Four hundred five hundred v-12 black coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major game on the strength
Man we goes back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston said she was from Houston though
Said her profession just was stackin' major paper roll
First at times it seems gold credit cards we kiss that ass
Went from bennies to bossalini's collectin' cash
They whistlin' I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis
Born an' raised in the bay them hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper that they call 4-tay
360 degrees they can't fade the yay fool
Fuckin' off in the bay wit some crazy niggas
Gettin' drunk gettin' high so they saved ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain
In the 'o' straight clownin' talkin' 'bout what's goin' down
An' these niggas feelin' me soakin' up the love I give
Nigga all of us got kids an' only got one life to live
But sometimes that shit don't matta
Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta splatta
All over shit leavin' tricks motionless
Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga sick as this behind me
Is the gangsta s p I c e
(Yeah smell me yo)
Five albums in the game 500 benzo in my name
Five niggas in a bucket five zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil' paper I'm on the mtv news
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggas tryin' ta give me the blues
I ain't a muthafucker Italian but my crew run like the mafia
8ball 4-tay banks an' 40 water
An' me bossalini freddy chico chanelle shit
Met a couple of incidents where some niggas tried to kill me
Just a part of the game jealous niggas out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to give no name
But when they runnin' up on this muthafuckin' don
They catchin' pieces of shit hot slugs from a nigga
That's fresh out on bail
Long time comin' baby somewhere off in the hills
Me an' 40 waters choppin' it up keep or kill
On the real about this underground lifestyle
Intoxicated an' always heavily sedated
Bank's rocks the beat I grab the mic an' bust
Turn into a monster eatin' weak mc's up
Smokin' trees up pinnin' hoes knees up
Feds wouldn't ease up had to put the keys up
Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the weak
Hopin' somebody's on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs
In a room full 'o thugs 40' tell 'em how it was
They shot my mama's house up back in 1992
I keep goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? what? when? where an' how?
If I knew back then would I know now?
The rap game ain't never gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations them 40 8ball mjg
Only drip we been layin' it down since trout season
Now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton
In a white house wit toys of traction
Up-percussion ya may wanna take a second look
You can find me in the Florida designs book
The hall of game is a 420 wit chrome rims all day
Parked up on ?
Shit this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want they region recognize game
Game recognize game
360 degrees of game talkin' 'bout game talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain
360 degrees of game talkin' 'bout game talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain
A-la la la
A-la la la
Weeblelations testin' testin' testin' testin'
Hey turn my mic up this a bitch I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka
That boy 8ball 4-tay speese-weeze spice-weeze ya smell me?
It's e-feeze muthafuckas ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out
Niggas gon' be feelin' what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze
Hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin' in a rage
Kill wit a pill broke game like Nintendo
Three hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to frisco
Bumpin' the rappin' 4-tayzee baby
Me an' 40 water in the big body Mercedes
Four hundred five hundred v-12 black coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major game on the strength
Man we goes back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston said she was from Houston though
Said her profession just was stackin' major paper roll
First at times it seems gold credit cards we kiss that ass
Went from bennies to bossalini's collectin' cash
They whistlin' I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis
Born an' raised in the bay them hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper that they call 4-tay
360 degrees they can't fade the yay fool
Fuckin' off in the bay wit some crazy niggas
Gettin' drunk gettin' high so they saved ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain
In the 'o' straight clownin' talkin' 'bout what's goin' down
An' these niggas feelin' me soakin' up the love I give
Nigga all of us got kids an' only got one life to live
But sometimes that shit don't matta
Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta splatta
All over shit leavin' tricks motionless
Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga sick as this behind me
Is the gangsta s p I c e
(Yeah smell me yo)
Five albums in the game 500 benzo in my name
Five niggas in a bucket five zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil' paper I'm on the mtv news
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggas tryin' ta give me the blues
I ain't a muthafucker Italian but my crew run like the mafia
8ball 4-tay banks an' 40 water
An' me bossalini freddy chico chanelle shit
Met a couple of incidents where some niggas tried to kill me
Just a part of the game jealous niggas out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to give no name
But when they runnin' up on this muthafuckin' don
They catchin' pieces of shit hot slugs from a nigga
That's fresh out on bail
Long time comin' baby somewhere off in the hills
Me an' 40 waters choppin' it up keep or kill
On the real about this underground lifestyle
Intoxicated an' always heavily sedated
Bank's rocks the beat I grab the mic an' bust
Turn into a monster eatin' weak mc's up
Smokin' trees up pinnin' hoes knees up
Feds wouldn't ease up had to put the keys up
Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the weak
Hopin' somebody's on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs
In a room full 'o thugs 40' tell 'em how it was
They shot my mama's house up back in 1992
I keep goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? what? when? where an' how?
If I knew back then would I know now?
The rap game ain't never gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations them 40 8ball mjg
Only drip we been layin' it down since trout season
Now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton
In a white house wit toys of traction
Up-percussion ya may wanna take a second look
You can find me in the Florida designs book
The hall of game is a 420 wit chrome rims all day
Parked up on ?
Shit this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want they region recognize game
Game recognize game
360 degrees of game talkin' 'bout game talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain
360 degrees of game talkin' 'bout game talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain
A-la la la
A-la la la
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