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"
[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane]
Yeah I fell off for a minute but I’m right back balling
I’m a big ass nigga but got this little sharp on it
I got my wine with me nigga but I ain’t from New Orleans
You know them young niggas will kill you for them brand new Jordans
I fucked the gamblers house up, I want to buy one, bought it
Little bad bitch went and bought me that brand new Audi
They call me [?] shawty, got the real high prices
Keep a pocket rocket, make your ass come out of the closet
I got the squares in, niggas smelling like nail polish
My stack seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace
These niggas say that they some killers but they act like hoes
I got a heart so I'm kill you and send your grandma roses
[Hook – Gucci Mane]
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
[Verse 2 – Fredo Santana]
Just a short time I made about a million
Not off no rap check but trapping in them buildings
From all this lean I sip I done spent about a million
And I don’t beef with kids nigga, go play with your children
Working with the work man, just like a gym do
Niggas try to rob me, thank god I had my pistol
Some guy calling me, he talking bout how rent due
Better go find your boyfriend, cause all I do is fuck you
Nigga playing with me, knowing I’m a loose screw
Don’t make me pull up with the youngins, boy them boys is KuKu
Hop out the cut, on fo nem, I will shoot you
Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gone kiss you
Funeral next Friday your mama gone miss you
But that’s how it get when you’re fucking with a boss dude
Ain’t no pretending, you don’t want to cop a [?]
I’mma tell you once boy you better play with your children
[Hook – Gucci Mane]
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
Yeah I fell off for a minute but I’m right back balling
I’m a big ass nigga but got this little sharp on it
I got my wine with me nigga but I ain’t from New Orleans
You know them young niggas will kill you for them brand new Jordans
I fucked the gamblers house up, I want to buy one, bought it
Little bad bitch went and bought me that brand new Audi
They call me [?] shawty, got the real high prices
Keep a pocket rocket, make your ass come out of the closet
I got the squares in, niggas smelling like nail polish
My stack seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace
These niggas say that they some killers but they act like hoes
I got a heart so I'm kill you and send your grandma roses
[Hook – Gucci Mane]
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
[Verse 2 – Fredo Santana]
Just a short time I made about a million
Not off no rap check but trapping in them buildings
From all this lean I sip I done spent about a million
And I don’t beef with kids nigga, go play with your children
Working with the work man, just like a gym do
Niggas try to rob me, thank god I had my pistol
Some guy calling me, he talking bout how rent due
Better go find your boyfriend, cause all I do is fuck you
Nigga playing with me, knowing I’m a loose screw
Don’t make me pull up with the youngins, boy them boys is KuKu
Hop out the cut, on fo nem, I will shoot you
Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gone kiss you
Funeral next Friday your mama gone miss you
But that’s how it get when you’re fucking with a boss dude
Ain’t no pretending, you don’t want to cop a [?]
I’mma tell you once boy you better play with your children
[Hook – Gucci Mane]
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
You better play with your children, you better play with your children
Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings
Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing
In such a short time, I made myself some millions
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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