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"
Come out to show them
Like, open the bruise up
And let some of the bruise blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
(Music) bad weed right there
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits for the better"
America's most blunted
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
Me rhythm now, huh?
If you'll all gather close around the phonograph
Who those motherfuckers comin' in here?
Where Quas at?
Yo
DOOM, you got the trees?
America's most blunted
Quas, when he really hit star mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials
Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black and Mild
He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top go, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
America's most blunted, yeah, yo
DOOM nominated for the best rolled Ls
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
America's most blunted
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
The universal
The best in your perimeter
Man, I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere
America's most blunted
DOOM and Madvillain killin' mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four seven
Shady you can even ask my reverend
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the la, but don't fuck with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hood rat
Hood rat when you try to react
Even your pops got smack
Even your moms got crack
Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed
(Do you) drop X so you can have good sex (what? No)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack, shh, all day I'm on it
Who are we? America's most blunted
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
The universal
America's most blunted
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
From eight to eleven times
In fact, everyone finds
That they're more creative stoned than straight
So remember
M-A-R-I-J-U
A-J-U-A-N-A
Mari
Juana
Marijuana
Like, open the bruise up
And let some of the bruise blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
(Music) bad weed right there
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits for the better"
America's most blunted
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
Me rhythm now, huh?
If you'll all gather close around the phonograph
Who those motherfuckers comin' in here?
Where Quas at?
Yo
DOOM, you got the trees?
America's most blunted
Quas, when he really hit star mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials
Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black and Mild
He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top go, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
America's most blunted, yeah, yo
DOOM nominated for the best rolled Ls
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
America's most blunted
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
The universal
The best in your perimeter
Man, I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere
America's most blunted
DOOM and Madvillain killin' mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four seven
Shady you can even ask my reverend
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the la, but don't fuck with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hood rat
Hood rat when you try to react
Even your pops got smack
Even your moms got crack
Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed
(Do you) drop X so you can have good sex (what? No)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack, shh, all day I'm on it
Who are we? America's most blunted
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
The universal
America's most blunted
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
From eight to eleven times
In fact, everyone finds
That they're more creative stoned than straight
So remember
M-A-R-I-J-U
A-J-U-A-N-A
Mari
Juana
Marijuana
Lyrics submitted by catatonic121
America's Most Blunted Lyrics as written by Otis Jackson Daniel Dumile Thompson
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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