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"
We on a brand new page (Uh)
Millennium days
Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds
The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin' out for the Heisman
You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold
And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a jack bottle
Them fake ballin' ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' thug
What the hell is wrong
I'm askin' in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
And walk along chuggin' baller's brains, rockin' rings
And things and just waitin' for white rains
I got the drive, dog
I hope the dogs' ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (It's the ummah for all time) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (The ummah forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Up, up, up, up, yo) wait up
You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours
Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
My team stay posted. they stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
Cause I'm a queens cat (True) to the g's cat (True)
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat (Aight, c'mon)
Condition never peers and (Take it home, kid) mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint, Grand Clout
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
On how to live unique and it's really not neat, we gotta
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (It's the ummah for all time) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (The ummah forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Up, up, up, up, yo) wait up
And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
And all my ladies go, uh, uh, uh
And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
And all the ladies go, uh, uh, uh
Fellas go, where you at
Ladies go, yo, come back
Fellas go, ladies go
Fellas go, ladies, yo
A mellow disposition even when it's pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
I puts it down, lord, fuck a mic cord
Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator, your man still a hater
The abstract imprint, it stays like a smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast
Millennium days
Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds
The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'
You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin' out for the Heisman
You play the rappin' roll
I take the rap and sold
And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a jack bottle
Them fake ballin' ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' thug
What the hell is wrong
I'm askin' in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
And walk along chuggin' baller's brains, rockin' rings
And things and just waitin' for white rains
I got the drive, dog
I hope the dogs' ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (It's the ummah for all time) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (The ummah forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Up, up, up, up, yo) wait up
You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds
The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours
Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
My team stay posted. they stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
Cause I'm a queens cat (True) to the g's cat (True)
Gettin' money for more than one needs cat (Aight, c'mon)
Condition never peers and (Take it home, kid) mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint, Grand Clout
It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
On how to live unique and it's really not neat, we gotta
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (It's the ummah for all time) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (The ummah forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Up, up, up, up, yo) wait up
And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
And all my ladies go, uh, uh, uh
And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
And all the ladies go, uh, uh, uh
Fellas go, where you at
Ladies go, yo, come back
Fellas go, ladies go
Fellas go, ladies, yo
A mellow disposition even when it's pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
I puts it down, lord, fuck a mic cord
Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator, your man still a hater
The abstract imprint, it stays like a smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
Wait Up Lyrics as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed James Dewitt Yancey
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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