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"
Uh, oh
And here we go
Yeah
That's mike e. Clark
And we're the insane clown posse
And this here
Is the chop chop slide
If u heard something similar to this
Fuck that cause we the shit
Juggalos what's our signal?
Whoop, whoop
That's right
Now what we're gonna do is clap four times quickly and bust the signal
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Yeah
Not bad, not bad
But let's do it again
Some of y'all were a little slow on that clappin'
Let's try it again, here we go now
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Not bad, not bad
But some of y'all just need to loosen up, just loosen up
I know every body has they own little dance
They like to do their own little personal get jiggy, oof
We're gonna bust it
Right now get loose y'all
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Looking good juggalos
But some of y'all still got rigor mortis
We need to loosened on up
We're gonna get jiggy in your own kinda way come on
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Ooh yeah
But you know
It wouldn't be a juggalo party if somebody didn't get shot
Now right about now, I want you to picture you got two nine millimeters
One in each hand, and here is what you gonna do juggalos you gonna take those guns
Right?
Put 'em in the air and
Bust bust bust bust
Put 'em in the air and
Bust bust bust bust
Ha ha, oh, yeah
Now right about now your neck is red
That's right, we all got a red neck
And we sippin at moon shine right about now
Everybody is a red neck and we're all dossy dowen spinnin' around
Here we go
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Now shoot that redneck
Bust, bust, bust, bust
Ok
Now clap four times and bust the signal
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Again
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Aight y'all b-boy stands cross your arms, fold your arms
Cause we the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Cross your arms
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
That's right
We the shit
But we ain't too cool to get loose
Hell no
Juggalos do your thing
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Now pull your hatchets out, juggalos
Pull your hatchets and put 'em in the air
Cause is time for somebody to die in this bitch
Come on
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
And then shoot that bitch
Bust, bust, bust, bust
Uh-oh
Send in the red necks all of 'em
Spinnin' 'round and 'round
Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Round and 'round and 'round we go
Now murder
Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now murder
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now murder
Swing, swing, swing, swing
(Police siren)
Uh-oh, here come the po-po
Too much murder
And when they get here they gonna find out that we the shit
Come on
'Cause we the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Cross your arms
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Yeah
And you know juggalos ain't never afraid to 'cause
Open the windows and let it out
Come on, here we go
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Bitch
Damn
Muda faken
Ass
Pussy
Shit
Fuck
Yeah
But the only thing was some of y'all sounded a little scared to
'cause so let's do it again twice as loud and be proud
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Bitch
Damn
Muda faken
Ass
Pussy
Shit
Fuck
Alright fam, that's what we are family up in here tonight
Every body look at the person next to you,
Infront of you behind you give them a dap
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
Now bust your shit
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Oop, you miss somebody
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
Some one got away
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Pull out your guns
Alright
Juggalos
Let me hear that filthy mouth
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
There it is chop chop slide
Also known as the juggalo step
And always remember
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
And here we go
Yeah
That's mike e. Clark
And we're the insane clown posse
And this here
Is the chop chop slide
If u heard something similar to this
Fuck that cause we the shit
Juggalos what's our signal?
Whoop, whoop
That's right
Now what we're gonna do is clap four times quickly and bust the signal
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Yeah
Not bad, not bad
But let's do it again
Some of y'all were a little slow on that clappin'
Let's try it again, here we go now
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Not bad, not bad
But some of y'all just need to loosen up, just loosen up
I know every body has they own little dance
They like to do their own little personal get jiggy, oof
We're gonna bust it
Right now get loose y'all
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Looking good juggalos
But some of y'all still got rigor mortis
We need to loosened on up
We're gonna get jiggy in your own kinda way come on
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Ooh yeah
But you know
It wouldn't be a juggalo party if somebody didn't get shot
Now right about now, I want you to picture you got two nine millimeters
One in each hand, and here is what you gonna do juggalos you gonna take those guns
Right?
Put 'em in the air and
Bust bust bust bust
Put 'em in the air and
Bust bust bust bust
Ha ha, oh, yeah
Now right about now your neck is red
That's right, we all got a red neck
And we sippin at moon shine right about now
Everybody is a red neck and we're all dossy dowen spinnin' around
Here we go
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Now shoot that redneck
Bust, bust, bust, bust
Ok
Now clap four times and bust the signal
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Again
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
Aight y'all b-boy stands cross your arms, fold your arms
Cause we the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Cross your arms
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
That's right
We the shit
But we ain't too cool to get loose
Hell no
Juggalos do your thing
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Come and break it do-o-o-o-o-own
Now pull your hatchets out, juggalos
Pull your hatchets and put 'em in the air
Cause is time for somebody to die in this bitch
Come on
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
And then shoot that bitch
Bust, bust, bust, bust
Uh-oh
Send in the red necks all of 'em
Spinnin' 'round and 'round
Round and 'round and 'round we go
And 'round and around we go
Round and 'round and 'round we go
Now murder
Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now murder
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Alright put your hatchets out
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now murder
Swing, swing, swing, swing
(Police siren)
Uh-oh, here come the po-po
Too much murder
And when they get here they gonna find out that we the shit
Come on
'Cause we the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Cross your arms
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
What are we?
We the shit
We the shit
We the shit
Yeah
And you know juggalos ain't never afraid to 'cause
Open the windows and let it out
Come on, here we go
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Bitch
Damn
Muda faken
Ass
Pussy
Shit
Fuck
Yeah
But the only thing was some of y'all sounded a little scared to
'cause so let's do it again twice as loud and be proud
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Bitch
Damn
Muda faken
Ass
Pussy
Shit
Fuck
Alright fam, that's what we are family up in here tonight
Every body look at the person next to you,
Infront of you behind you give them a dap
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
Now bust your shit
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Get, get, get, get loose
Oop, you miss somebody
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
What up?
Hey
What up?
Sup?
Some one got away
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Pull out your guns
Alright
Juggalos
Let me hear that filthy mouth
Fuck
Shit
Pussy
Ass
Muda faken
Damn
Bitch
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
There it is chop chop slide
Also known as the juggalo step
And always remember
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
Bang pow boom
What album is this on?
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