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 yeah, yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump
Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call my Brook Lyn army
We buy QB to NC
Niggas don't want it
Debate to the G's and the west all on it
We all flaunt it guns and chicks
And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mob niggas is sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when the funds ain't right
Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
Before I crash I'm a fuck me some ass tonight
With a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of fucking some R and B hoe
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don't hate me
We live, I rep queens
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain't nothing change same boro
Just more places now
I'm tattooed up now
Still rep forty first, 'till I be put up in the hearst (You heard?)
Even after that yo my daughter and my son gon' live on
Seven, one, eight, zip code triple one o one
A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends
Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
Can't forget about braids
Niggas don't rock like us
Ain't no hood like us
A yo I rep QB 'till I R.I.P
Ninety six buildings six blocks in QB
Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
First joint murda musik
A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique gon' throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a fuck
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Queen's bridge, and that's how it is
If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids
Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack
Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
And realize QB ain't playing no games
We think long range
So we can ride for the kids
And look out for my niggas up north doing bids
Dun' we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas
Plus my Bed stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas
We the black entrepreneurs we the black mob
I told you it was more real than words can muster
I see you faggots don't listen wanna bite my shit
You better walk with security my niggas dump clips
Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y'all
You could have a 30 deep entourage
You could have guns galore, shanks and more
We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
I could give a fuck for what projects you ride for
We got dogs out there and we not scared
Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team
Matter fact don't even write me back see me in the streets
See me at the next show
Catch me at the club
We terrorize y'all niggas done
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump
Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call my Brook Lyn army
We buy QB to NC
Niggas don't want it
Debate to the G's and the west all on it
We all flaunt it guns and chicks
And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mob niggas is sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when the funds ain't right
Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
Before I crash I'm a fuck me some ass tonight
With a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of fucking some R and B hoe
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don't hate me
We live, I rep queens
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain't nothing change same boro
Just more places now
I'm tattooed up now
Still rep forty first, 'till I be put up in the hearst (You heard?)
Even after that yo my daughter and my son gon' live on
Seven, one, eight, zip code triple one o one
A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends
Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
Can't forget about braids
Niggas don't rock like us
Ain't no hood like us
A yo I rep QB 'till I R.I.P
Ninety six buildings six blocks in QB
Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
First joint murda musik
A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique gon' throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a fuck
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Queen's bridge, and that's how it is
If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids
Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack
Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
And realize QB ain't playing no games
We think long range
So we can ride for the kids
And look out for my niggas up north doing bids
Dun' we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas
Plus my Bed stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas
We the black entrepreneurs we the black mob
I told you it was more real than words can muster
I see you faggots don't listen wanna bite my shit
You better walk with security my niggas dump clips
Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y'all
You could have a 30 deep entourage
You could have guns galore, shanks and more
We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
I could give a fuck for what projects you ride for
We got dogs out there and we not scared
Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team
Matter fact don't even write me back see me in the streets
See me at the next show
Catch me at the club
We terrorize y'all niggas done
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun' (Queens!)
The mob rep (Queens!)
You know we rep (Queens!)
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