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, Don Colito flyin' out a Tito
The further I get the ground look more mosquito
Dutch burnin', other hand big Mojito
I don't mean Dorito when I say (put some money on it)
Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff
The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough
They said, "Yo Donny, you gonna really sign with Puff?"
I said I'd love to, yo it's Diddy (put some money on it)
Take that boy, I'm the L.O.X. jeetah
Tattooed up in a white wife-beater
Aston Vanquish parked at the meter
I forgot to feed her, better go (put some money on it)
Yeah, now they all love the Don G
I'm on B.T. more than Leprechaun 3
They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee
I don't layaway, only y'all (put some money on it)
Uhh, yaowa!
Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough
Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up. poop
It's with the glock tucked, crocked up in a dropped up
low like you know how this go (put some money on it)
I'm a product of the corner
Cornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbage
Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects
Homeboy I make more than a promise (put some money on it)
I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks
But I ain't goin' nowhere like a birthmark
I pound puppies before they get to they first bark
Anybody wanna get they first spark? (put some money on it)
Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Your words so faint they collapsed in your lungs
Put some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drum
Watch my fist make a track on your gums (put some money on it)
Never been whack so that ain't one of my issues
Get my bread and take care of my pistols
Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals
Soon as the piff come in you can (put some money on it)
Trust me it's important, shoot it or snort it
Oxy's, Delotis, profit is gorgeous
Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded
And if you can afford it then you better (put some money on it)
Tryin' to be a diamond in the game I been one
Killin' niggaz with the flow, H1N1
You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one
Before rap I had a drug dealer's income (put some money on it)
Master Jason, God on the rocks with a splash of Satan
Stash right here with the ratchet waitin', since you hatin'
Name the place and the date and (put some money on it)
Never trust niggas no further than I can throw 'em
Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em
Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em
Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em (put some money on it)
You could be that dude in semen shoes
or the next soft nigga on this evening's news
Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews
Freeze, handguns, machine guns (put some money on it)
I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit
End up with a hawk in your esophagus
Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis
Genocide mixed with apocalypse (put some money on it)
Kill niggas real easy dog
Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board
Drop top Beamer with the BBs on
Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dog (put some money on it)
Slaughterhouse
Slaughter gon' be runnin' you over, over a century
You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me
You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife
Nigga you probably The Lower End Theory (put some money on it)
You still doin' 'shows for fifty seats
Still writin' rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat
Still writin' raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D
My next freestyle I'm a blast through WikiLeaks (put some money on it)
Maserati ridin' with that Mary on
It's a black and white thing, call that chick Arione
Talkin' all that shit you a fuckin' fag
I do you like a Louis duffle bag, at the airport (put some money on it)
Bitch, a carry on, my head growin'
Gettin' my Barry on, lead throwin'
With necessary while you puttin' on a show for them hoes
Gettin' your Tyler Perry on, c'mon (put some money on it)
Uh, my mic manners is quite mannish
I got these young bitches tongue flippin' just like Spanish
You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me
I take her, fill her tummy up, I don't mean out to eat
Nickel! (put some money on it)
Floor seats at the Knick game, I'm traffickin' weed
I'm at The Garden in The Apple like Adam and Eve
And my gat'll put your hat on your sleeve
Now you really ahead of your time, I'm out of your league (put some money on it)
See I get dough and cop the Benz-o
My job credentials is confidential
It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical
Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle (put some money on it)
But it don't matter though 'cause I'm a go get it
Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it
That's why I get cash money like it's no limit
This material shit, I'm so wit it, get it? (put some money on it)
This is for you rap stars feelin' y'all clever
I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever
I ball in the paint hard
It's like I'm acceptin' bank cards the way that I take charge (put some money on it)
Low tints on the CL, gray coupe
Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose
Focus pimpin' all my shooters veered off
the road to redemption, so it's no exemptions (put some money on it)
When Joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchin'
Got me in a mansion with a gopher, Benson
If you said you rap you better than that
What we'll do is treat your head like a tab (put some money on it)
The outfit is fresh, faux pas is cobwebs
She don't look like a model then I probably wouldn't pop her
Dudes is my son, should be callin' me poppa
I won't acknowledge it, treatin' me like a Focker (put some money on it)
Hip-Hop ain't dead, I been puttin' the pulse in from long ago (since)
I mean back when Tracey Ullman had her own show (uh)
Want fire? Put Mouse on it
If I'm a liar go ahead (put some money on it)
The further I get the ground look more mosquito
Dutch burnin', other hand big Mojito
I don't mean Dorito when I say (put some money on it)
Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff
The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough
They said, "Yo Donny, you gonna really sign with Puff?"
I said I'd love to, yo it's Diddy (put some money on it)
Take that boy, I'm the L.O.X. jeetah
Tattooed up in a white wife-beater
Aston Vanquish parked at the meter
I forgot to feed her, better go (put some money on it)
Yeah, now they all love the Don G
I'm on B.T. more than Leprechaun 3
They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee
I don't layaway, only y'all (put some money on it)
Uhh, yaowa!
Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough
Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up. poop
It's with the glock tucked, crocked up in a dropped up
low like you know how this go (put some money on it)
I'm a product of the corner
Cornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbage
Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects
Homeboy I make more than a promise (put some money on it)
I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks
But I ain't goin' nowhere like a birthmark
I pound puppies before they get to they first bark
Anybody wanna get they first spark? (put some money on it)
Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Your words so faint they collapsed in your lungs
Put some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drum
Watch my fist make a track on your gums (put some money on it)
Never been whack so that ain't one of my issues
Get my bread and take care of my pistols
Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals
Soon as the piff come in you can (put some money on it)
Trust me it's important, shoot it or snort it
Oxy's, Delotis, profit is gorgeous
Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded
And if you can afford it then you better (put some money on it)
Tryin' to be a diamond in the game I been one
Killin' niggaz with the flow, H1N1
You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one
Before rap I had a drug dealer's income (put some money on it)
Master Jason, God on the rocks with a splash of Satan
Stash right here with the ratchet waitin', since you hatin'
Name the place and the date and (put some money on it)
Never trust niggas no further than I can throw 'em
Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em
Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em
Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em (put some money on it)
You could be that dude in semen shoes
or the next soft nigga on this evening's news
Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews
Freeze, handguns, machine guns (put some money on it)
I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit
End up with a hawk in your esophagus
Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis
Genocide mixed with apocalypse (put some money on it)
Kill niggas real easy dog
Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board
Drop top Beamer with the BBs on
Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dog (put some money on it)
Slaughterhouse
Slaughter gon' be runnin' you over, over a century
You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me
You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife
Nigga you probably The Lower End Theory (put some money on it)
You still doin' 'shows for fifty seats
Still writin' rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat
Still writin' raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D
My next freestyle I'm a blast through WikiLeaks (put some money on it)
Maserati ridin' with that Mary on
It's a black and white thing, call that chick Arione
Talkin' all that shit you a fuckin' fag
I do you like a Louis duffle bag, at the airport (put some money on it)
Bitch, a carry on, my head growin'
Gettin' my Barry on, lead throwin'
With necessary while you puttin' on a show for them hoes
Gettin' your Tyler Perry on, c'mon (put some money on it)
Uh, my mic manners is quite mannish
I got these young bitches tongue flippin' just like Spanish
You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me
I take her, fill her tummy up, I don't mean out to eat
Nickel! (put some money on it)
Floor seats at the Knick game, I'm traffickin' weed
I'm at The Garden in The Apple like Adam and Eve
And my gat'll put your hat on your sleeve
Now you really ahead of your time, I'm out of your league (put some money on it)
See I get dough and cop the Benz-o
My job credentials is confidential
It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical
Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle (put some money on it)
But it don't matter though 'cause I'm a go get it
Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it
That's why I get cash money like it's no limit
This material shit, I'm so wit it, get it? (put some money on it)
This is for you rap stars feelin' y'all clever
I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever
I ball in the paint hard
It's like I'm acceptin' bank cards the way that I take charge (put some money on it)
Low tints on the CL, gray coupe
Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose
Focus pimpin' all my shooters veered off
the road to redemption, so it's no exemptions (put some money on it)
When Joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchin'
Got me in a mansion with a gopher, Benson
If you said you rap you better than that
What we'll do is treat your head like a tab (put some money on it)
The outfit is fresh, faux pas is cobwebs
She don't look like a model then I probably wouldn't pop her
Dudes is my son, should be callin' me poppa
I won't acknowledge it, treatin' me like a Focker (put some money on it)
Hip-Hop ain't dead, I been puttin' the pulse in from long ago (since)
I mean back when Tracey Ullman had her own show (uh)
Want fire? Put Mouse on it
If I'm a liar go ahead (put some money on it)
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