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"
Oh, it's Plies again, I chase paper
I just had somebody come up to me and ask me, I chase paper
What do you do for a living, sir? I chase paper, What you told 'em?
I told 'em, I chase paper, what da fuck do you do? I chase paper
If you wanna know what my occupation is, homie
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
Hustle now, sleep when I'm dead
Niggas with paper, they go fed
Grandma told me, that's where I'm headin'
Gon' chase paper, can't be scared
All I know, I won't beg
Owe me paper, I want my bread
Don't wanna pay, I want your head
Yoppa loaded, under my bed
Gon' chase paper 'til I'm dead
How much paper it's gon' take?
Just for me to be straight
Me to be rich, I can't wait
All I do is paper chase
I won't got time, I can't wait
'Cause I need millions on my plate
I chase paper all day
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
Wake up early, lookin' for a check
'Til I get rich, I can't rest
Broke and black, now that's stress
Wanna break bread wit' me, be my guest
When I got paper, I'm at my best
Only money can fix my mess
Tired of Chevy's, I want jets
All I need is one big lick
I want now, I won't next
I want paper, he don't want shit
I want mansions, he want a bitch
That's the last thang on my list
Without paper, I am sick
Paper ain't there, I want it
I chase paper 'til I quit
The mo' I hustle the mo' I get
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I lost it all, I almost cried
Can't sleep, I got bags under my eyes
I need paper, fuck bein' tied
I need paper, mo' than I do a wife
If I go broke, I would die
Hustle longer than nine to five
Can't be broke, got too much pride
What's after broke, suicide
Been chasin' paper all my life
They hatin' on me, that's alright
I need haters, they my high
Easy gettin' the mo' you try
Paper chaser, that is I
Hundred mil', still won't retire
My brother in prison, chasin' it now
Say I won't chase paper, that's a lie
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
Oh, I know all about chasin' paper, brah
Three albums in sixteen months, homie
I'm all about chasin' paper
This how we comin' out the gates, homie
Da REAList in stores December 16th
What time it is, brah?
5:22 in the mornin', brah, am
Either they hatin' or they tryna be just like me, man
Either they hatin' or they tryna be just like me
I just had somebody come up to me and ask me, I chase paper
What do you do for a living, sir? I chase paper, What you told 'em?
I told 'em, I chase paper, what da fuck do you do? I chase paper
If you wanna know what my occupation is, homie
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
Hustle now, sleep when I'm dead
Niggas with paper, they go fed
Grandma told me, that's where I'm headin'
Gon' chase paper, can't be scared
All I know, I won't beg
Owe me paper, I want my bread
Don't wanna pay, I want your head
Yoppa loaded, under my bed
Gon' chase paper 'til I'm dead
How much paper it's gon' take?
Just for me to be straight
Me to be rich, I can't wait
All I do is paper chase
I won't got time, I can't wait
'Cause I need millions on my plate
I chase paper all day
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
Wake up early, lookin' for a check
'Til I get rich, I can't rest
Broke and black, now that's stress
Wanna break bread wit' me, be my guest
When I got paper, I'm at my best
Only money can fix my mess
Tired of Chevy's, I want jets
All I need is one big lick
I want now, I won't next
I want paper, he don't want shit
I want mansions, he want a bitch
That's the last thang on my list
Without paper, I am sick
Paper ain't there, I want it
I chase paper 'til I quit
The mo' I hustle the mo' I get
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I lost it all, I almost cried
Can't sleep, I got bags under my eyes
I need paper, fuck bein' tied
I need paper, mo' than I do a wife
If I go broke, I would die
Hustle longer than nine to five
Can't be broke, got too much pride
What's after broke, suicide
Been chasin' paper all my life
They hatin' on me, that's alright
I need haters, they my high
Easy gettin' the mo' you try
Paper chaser, that is I
Hundred mil', still won't retire
My brother in prison, chasin' it now
Say I won't chase paper, that's a lie
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Twenty, four)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Seven, homie)
I chase paper, I chase paper
(Monday, through)
I chase paper, I chase paper, I chase paper
(Sunday, homie)
Oh, I know all about chasin' paper, brah
Three albums in sixteen months, homie
I'm all about chasin' paper
This how we comin' out the gates, homie
Da REAList in stores December 16th
What time it is, brah?
5:22 in the mornin', brah, am
Either they hatin' or they tryna be just like me, man
Either they hatin' or they tryna be just like me
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I Chase Paper Lyrics as written by Algernod Washington Christopher Gholson
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