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"
Hey yo!
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit
Had it all going on, but it didn't mean shit
She wanted to be a star, with big cars
And all the fame that came my way I gotta say
That she was all that, and a bag of Indo
With no seed, such a delightful weed
I wish she was still around but, no she's gone
I guess she got blessed and she got put on
Hey yo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
Bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran
Had all the holy books, and notes to get still
I never met another dealer with that appeal
With those electric eyes, hypnotized
Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
Bee eyes, bouncing five deep, clicked of innocence
Hanging with friends, all under surveillance from the government
While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewing on ice
Meditating with her camp, getting damp
She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance
She got her fucking clit pierced, chained to her anus
Professional for wetting niggas up, suck em first
'Til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
Right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
Suck a niggas dick for fun, holding guns in her buns
Type of chick tell you 'fuck me in the ass' talking shit
While she going, on your dick
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen
So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
She wasn't like other chicks, pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips
She was like, Run-D.M.C., "Tougher Than Leather"
Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
Never again will I meet a woman of her nature
SkyPager turned off, dating one of the Lakers
Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot
He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock
Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her
But her sister's, banging too, what should I do?
Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess
Planting my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless
Fuck playing the second string, on the squad
I'm blowing up, all in your face, word to God
Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
It made her pussy bubble, ayo she told me that it loves you
I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
You tell me baby listen, can't you see my fucking dick is throbbing
She started slobbing and goggling, spitting burbling burping it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherfucking work of art, she rode my dick
Just like a Kawasaki 'til the pussy started sounding sloppy
Like an old jalopy, time to nut
Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust
On her face in between her lips
Then she started licking it, 'cause it was good shit, protein!
Hot and rich, damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the glove bitch!)
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit
Had it all going on, but it didn't mean shit
She wanted to be a star, with big cars
And all the fame that came my way I gotta say
That she was all that, and a bag of Indo
With no seed, such a delightful weed
I wish she was still around but, no she's gone
I guess she got blessed and she got put on
Hey yo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
Bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran
Had all the holy books, and notes to get still
I never met another dealer with that appeal
With those electric eyes, hypnotized
Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
Bee eyes, bouncing five deep, clicked of innocence
Hanging with friends, all under surveillance from the government
While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewing on ice
Meditating with her camp, getting damp
She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance
She got her fucking clit pierced, chained to her anus
Professional for wetting niggas up, suck em first
'Til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
Right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
Suck a niggas dick for fun, holding guns in her buns
Type of chick tell you 'fuck me in the ass' talking shit
While she going, on your dick
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen
So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
She wasn't like other chicks, pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips
She was like, Run-D.M.C., "Tougher Than Leather"
Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
Never again will I meet a woman of her nature
SkyPager turned off, dating one of the Lakers
Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot
He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock
Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her
But her sister's, banging too, what should I do?
Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess
Planting my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless
Fuck playing the second string, on the squad
I'm blowing up, all in your face, word to God
Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
It made her pussy bubble, ayo she told me that it loves you
I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
You tell me baby listen, can't you see my fucking dick is throbbing
She started slobbing and goggling, spitting burbling burping it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherfucking work of art, she rode my dick
Just like a Kawasaki 'til the pussy started sounding sloppy
Like an old jalopy, time to nut
Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust
On her face in between her lips
Then she started licking it, 'cause it was good shit, protein!
Hot and rich, damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the glove bitch!)
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