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"
(Hold... hold... hold onto your wits!)
Break down
This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If you don't play, bite the dust
Cause in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
The brand new mad style, uh
Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
Pop guns and weed?
Brother please!
We're to wise for now, since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a Tech-9 to and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
Here I can tear shit up 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
I only knew one and never told her though
I thought about many times (Diss me?)
But that's the kind of shit that make you check your mind
Is your blood type the type that flows
Or is your blood type the type just stereo?
A woman every day should be thanked
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
And if a woman ever said I did
Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set-up kid
And I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
Sayin' we all look the same, huh
God bless America, home of the brave
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
I'm puttin' on somethin' that another won't dare
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
And if you still got loot, then who's the fool?
Everybody want to take the stand
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me!
Much props to the upside down double six
Baddest, freezer burnin', head turnin', make a brother yearnin',
Sister walkin' the face
You know who you are
For love
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
[Repeat to fade]
Hit me!
Break down
This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If you don't play, bite the dust
Cause in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
The brand new mad style, uh
Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
Pop guns and weed?
Brother please!
We're to wise for now, since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a Tech-9 to and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
Here I can tear shit up 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
I only knew one and never told her though
I thought about many times (Diss me?)
But that's the kind of shit that make you check your mind
Is your blood type the type that flows
Or is your blood type the type just stereo?
A woman every day should be thanked
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
And if a woman ever said I did
Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set-up kid
And I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
Sayin' we all look the same, huh
God bless America, home of the brave
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
I'm puttin' on somethin' that another won't dare
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
And if you still got loot, then who's the fool?
Everybody want to take the stand
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me!
Much props to the upside down double six
Baddest, freezer burnin', head turnin', make a brother yearnin',
Sister walkin' the face
You know who you are
For love
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
[Repeat to fade]
Hit me!
Lyrics submitted by Gothy_Bura
Days of Wild Lyrics as written by Prince Rogers Nelson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I agree with the other comment. I also think this song is making fun of rap music. I'm not some huge Prince fan, or a Prince music expert... So, my interpretation is probably incorrect, but this is what I get from these lyrics..
Pop guns and weed? Brother please! (Making fun of the violence Gangsta rap music, that took rise, at the time.)
We're too wise for now, since {too wise for non-sense play on words maybe?} the other 90's was better suited for that biz Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz (Richard and Elizabeth were together during the 70's. Maybe he is saying, the "wild" stuff these rappers are talking about, has nothing on what he/others used to do back in the 70's.)
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so... ...A woman every day should be thanked Not disrespected, not raped, or spanked (Basically he's saying the way rap music talks about women is very disrespectful, and women should be treated with more respect.)
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back Sayin' we all look the same, huh (Rappers dress sloppy, create stereotypes. Hoodie, hoodlum type thing.)