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"
Y’all want to see tits and ass,
Street grit and sass
As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
-You know what we want-
You’re looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee
-You know what we want-
I’m not down with that B-list staff,
As they yell out Jesus at mass
I’ll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay
-You know what we want-
An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
-You know what we want-
And I’m too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
For my agnostic plunge
-You know what we want-
So what I’ve accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun
By the posh and young tastemakers
-You know what we want-
An overdone tame premise,
I jump from the plane wreckage
Unscaved yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
-You know what we want-
Pop culture’s lame vestiges, I’m an ordained pessimist
With hippie-qualms and
sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck
I’m good for a belly laugh
Covered in a blanket of ash
Leaving with an ankle cast
But sometimes I feel that…
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you’re on the plan alive with water wings
You’ll think,
‘I didn’t know surrendering felt this good’
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings
They want semantics and sniveling
Grams to sniff on a triple-beam
To be hand-picked for a little scene
In a student film
All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
Antihistamines in a syringe-sling
A shanty for this fitted king
Of uprooted elm
And they’ve been given solar-powered cars
Trail mix and power bars
Upturned tarot cards
They want to be heralded by wishful teens
In stretch-Hummers and limousines
They’re beyond medicinal means
-You know what we want-
But I gave them a protagonist
The color of cinnamon and mahogany
filtered through award-winning cinematography
And the motherfucking discography of a G
If you don’t like it then kick rocks
I’m pre-history’s disc-jock
Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
but I never had the shit in-stock
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you’re on the plane alive with water wings
You’ll think,
’I didn’t know surrendering felt this good’
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings…
Street grit and sass
As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
-You know what we want-
You’re looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee
-You know what we want-
I’m not down with that B-list staff,
As they yell out Jesus at mass
I’ll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay
-You know what we want-
An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
-You know what we want-
And I’m too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
For my agnostic plunge
-You know what we want-
So what I’ve accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun
By the posh and young tastemakers
-You know what we want-
An overdone tame premise,
I jump from the plane wreckage
Unscaved yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
-You know what we want-
Pop culture’s lame vestiges, I’m an ordained pessimist
With hippie-qualms and
sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck
I’m good for a belly laugh
Covered in a blanket of ash
Leaving with an ankle cast
But sometimes I feel that…
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you’re on the plan alive with water wings
You’ll think,
‘I didn’t know surrendering felt this good’
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings
They want semantics and sniveling
Grams to sniff on a triple-beam
To be hand-picked for a little scene
In a student film
All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
Antihistamines in a syringe-sling
A shanty for this fitted king
Of uprooted elm
And they’ve been given solar-powered cars
Trail mix and power bars
Upturned tarot cards
They want to be heralded by wishful teens
In stretch-Hummers and limousines
They’re beyond medicinal means
-You know what we want-
But I gave them a protagonist
The color of cinnamon and mahogany
filtered through award-winning cinematography
And the motherfucking discography of a G
If you don’t like it then kick rocks
I’m pre-history’s disc-jock
Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
but I never had the shit in-stock
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you’re on the plane alive with water wings
You’ll think,
’I didn’t know surrendering felt this good’
I don’t have what you want
So won’t you accept my humble offerings…
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^^You will pretty much never hear 50 Cent, Jeezy, or any other boring rapper making a trillion dollars a second throw out even one sentence that intelligent.