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"
I'm feelin' this, here
Yeah, son, feel it man, word up, son
You gotta just do it, yo
(CNN) Yo, word up, man, it's a different channel, son
Word up, on, man, word up, watch the channel, son
Different plain now, man (it's all good)
Word up, all good, baby, in every hood, son (Queensbridge)
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life, son (check)
Word up, son, let them know, though, son
I feel you, man, let 'em know, son
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villain (fill a villain)
Cook, I'm about to make a killin' (make a killin')
Some weed to escalate the feelin' (escalate the feelin')
I regulate the dealin', jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' Jake on my trace, I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin', fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast, what?
One love to hillbillies, run forever out to Chile
Playin' the cuts niggas, what? Can't stop the willy
Cops harassin', niggas blastin' while the day's passin'
Time for action, cock the mac, what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug, caught up in the chest, gaspin'
Nigga blanked out, chopped before he start rappin'
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops (y'all, cops, cops, stop, stop)
Word up, son, fucked up, son
Word up, Trag, I know you knew us both, man
But it took the penile for us to click, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, y'all met up North
Know what I'm sayin'?
We had to meet up North in Greens, man
Know what's, know what's real about all this though, right here, that?
What's real about it?
Yo, we, we young, we strive, and we trying to eat, know what I'm sayin'?
Just trying to eat, y'all
Everybody gotta eat, man
God is great, man, 7-3 and 12 jewels
Fake niggas? We got a lot of fake niggas out here
Niggas ain't bustin' they heat, man, they just frontin', yo
They ain't bustin' they heat, they know who they is (I'm tellin', I'm tellin my)
They know who they is (yo, word is bond)
Yo, CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace catch more beef than Scarface
CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace, catch more beef than Scarface
Court case, illegal, my shoelace
Back in '92 (you remember Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way the world cold dissed me
Haile Selassie, papi, locked for posse, call up Khadafi
Collect call from Arab Nazi, the fowl mock me
You were late, in jail gate
What, what? What, what?
Them new jacks, comin' through
Scared to death of them jail stories, that's true
You cold weak, live life on the street
While locked up, homoed out with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete, and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out, no doubt, 'til the day I'm out
Me personally, what? I did three
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.
Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son
Yeah, son, feel it man, word up, son
You gotta just do it, yo
(CNN) Yo, word up, man, it's a different channel, son
Word up, on, man, word up, watch the channel, son
Different plain now, man (it's all good)
Word up, all good, baby, in every hood, son (Queensbridge)
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life, son (check)
Word up, son, let them know, though, son
I feel you, man, let 'em know, son
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villain (fill a villain)
Cook, I'm about to make a killin' (make a killin')
Some weed to escalate the feelin' (escalate the feelin')
I regulate the dealin', jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' Jake on my trace, I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin', fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast, what?
One love to hillbillies, run forever out to Chile
Playin' the cuts niggas, what? Can't stop the willy
Cops harassin', niggas blastin' while the day's passin'
Time for action, cock the mac, what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug, caught up in the chest, gaspin'
Nigga blanked out, chopped before he start rappin'
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops (y'all, cops, cops, stop, stop)
Word up, son, fucked up, son
Word up, Trag, I know you knew us both, man
But it took the penile for us to click, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, y'all met up North
Know what I'm sayin'?
We had to meet up North in Greens, man
Know what's, know what's real about all this though, right here, that?
What's real about it?
Yo, we, we young, we strive, and we trying to eat, know what I'm sayin'?
Just trying to eat, y'all
Everybody gotta eat, man
God is great, man, 7-3 and 12 jewels
Fake niggas? We got a lot of fake niggas out here
Niggas ain't bustin' they heat, man, they just frontin', yo
They ain't bustin' they heat, they know who they is (I'm tellin', I'm tellin my)
They know who they is (yo, word is bond)
Yo, CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace catch more beef than Scarface
CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace, catch more beef than Scarface
Court case, illegal, my shoelace
Back in '92 (you remember Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way the world cold dissed me
Haile Selassie, papi, locked for posse, call up Khadafi
Collect call from Arab Nazi, the fowl mock me
You were late, in jail gate
What, what? What, what?
Them new jacks, comin' through
Scared to death of them jail stories, that's true
You cold weak, live life on the street
While locked up, homoed out with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete, and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out, no doubt, 'til the day I'm out
Me personally, what? I did three
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.
Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son
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