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"
Welcome to St.Tropez
Get fresh, gotta stay fly
Get the jet I gotta stay high
High up like a la la la
Ain't nothin' here that my money can't buy
Dolce, Gucci and Louis V
Yacht so big I could live in the sea
You for real you can't see me
In these Dior frames the whole world change
Mad bitches, so much broads
Feelin' like when I wanna fuck them all
Gettin' mad brain in my very fast car
Ferrari V12 Maranello on my arm
Ladies can't resist the charm
Haters, kiss the ring of the Don
And we do this all day, welcome to St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah
We make money, money we spending'
Get mad honeys, swimming in women
Imported linen, Egyptian cotton
The party just started, the party ain't stopin'
Keep shit poppin', poppin' these bottles
Haters keep hatin', fuckin' these models
So much money like we own the lotto
Pull up to a club in a white Murcielago
It don't make dollars, it don't make sense
It don't make you rich, it don't mean shit, shit
We the shit, I mean how much better can it get
Harley's, Maserati's, Gallardo's
We make too much dough
And we spend it all day, welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Ladies and Gentelmen, tonight
All the way from Moscow, Russia
Give a warm welcome for Heavyweight Rap Champion
B Smooth the Groove
So make some noise for the one and only
Mr. Blackstar
Get it up, don't stop your body
Come on ladies, let's get naughty
Get it up, now everybody
Come on girls, here comes the daddy
Get it up, don't stop your body
Get it up, again your body
Get it up, now everybody
Get it up for music
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Welcome to St. Tropez
Get fresh, gotta stay fly
Get the jet I gotta stay high
High up like a la la la
Ain't nothin' here that my money can't buy
Dolce, Gucci and Louis V
Yacht so big I could live in the sea
You for real you can't see me
In these Dior frames the whole world change
Mad bitches, so much broads
Feelin' like when I wanna fuck them all
Gettin' mad brain in my very fast car
Ferrari V12 Maranello on my arm
Ladies can't resist the charm
Haters, kiss the ring of the Don
And we do this all day, welcome to St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah
We make money, money we spending'
Get mad honeys, swimming in women
Imported linen, Egyptian cotton
The party just started, the party ain't stopin'
Keep shit poppin', poppin' these bottles
Haters keep hatin', fuckin' these models
So much money like we own the lotto
Pull up to a club in a white Murcielago
It don't make dollars, it don't make sense
It don't make you rich, it don't mean shit, shit
We the shit, I mean how much better can it get
Harley's, Maserati's, Gallardo's
We make too much dough
And we spend it all day, welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Ladies and Gentelmen, tonight
All the way from Moscow, Russia
Give a warm welcome for Heavyweight Rap Champion
B Smooth the Groove
So make some noise for the one and only
Mr. Blackstar
Get it up, don't stop your body
Come on ladies, let's get naughty
Get it up, now everybody
Come on girls, here comes the daddy
Get it up, don't stop your body
Get it up, again your body
Get it up, now everybody
Get it up for music
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Whoa, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Welcome to St. Tropez
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Welcome to St. Tropez Lyrics as written by Antoine Konrad Fabio Antoniali
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