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"
(Coke Boys, Coke Boys, baby)
Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in
We had to get back in the neighborhood, it's out of control
These kids wanna shoot people in the foot
Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner
(Coke Boy, baby)
(If your beauty I'd no longer see) haha, we ain't been here in a minute
I guess it was about that time
(Would you leave me?)
We back at it (pretty baby)
Coke Boys 6, the god's here
(And if I thought it best to set you free) oh yeah
After this, the price is goin' up, like the 80's (yeah, would you hate me?)
DJ Drama (if you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
Montana (Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)
(If I thought it best to set you free) if I thought it best
Set you free (yeah)
(Would you hate me?) Would you hate me?
Y'all ready? (If you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)
Money to the plug
The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk
We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up
No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked
The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug
They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)
Got the police state to state
This shit too real, you can't relate
Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate
I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)
Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate
Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her
In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)
Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to ashes (Bronx to ashes)
Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress kill us faster (kills us faster)
You mistaken that, attention for success
I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, the wave like Cardi baby (baby)
Nigga, it's, "Fuck you, pay me" (fuck you)
And you know I'm from the Bronx
Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi
Benz black, Audi it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy
One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium
They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)
The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie
They shot him at Mercedes, screamin', "Should've paid me"
He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (damn)
I made a killin' off the shop-steps
Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness
I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest
She ain't ever seen this view (view), Whoopi Goldberg
A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole verse
Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)
Sober lately, hard to line me
Real success is keepin' bars behind me
Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie
First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)
Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces
Miller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces
California King sheets, satin Fendi pillow cases
Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces
Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages
And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages
Minor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages
And I get high off the za', grabba with the papers
Loud probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors
They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors
One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (block)
Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks
Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Welcome to '23
The Jordan of this shit
Mixtape king, like LBJ
CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy
The wave's back
Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride
Yours truly
I wanna welcome y'all out
To none other than somethin' legendary
Coke Boys 6, suckers
These kids don't wanna pay no homage
They wanna forget who influenced 'em
You should let me loose on 'em
I'll go 'round the neighborhood with a basket, you know
They can put what they got in their pockets in there
Fives, tens, nickels, dimes
They treatin' pennies like they're sewer cats, mo
Just when we thought we were out, they pulled us back in
We had to get back in the neighborhood, it's out of control
These kids wanna shoot people in the foot
Just to see how long it takes 'em to hop to the corner
(Coke Boy, baby)
(If your beauty I'd no longer see) haha, we ain't been here in a minute
I guess it was about that time
(Would you leave me?)
We back at it (pretty baby)
Coke Boys 6, the god's here
(And if I thought it best to set you free) oh yeah
After this, the price is goin' up, like the 80's (yeah, would you hate me?)
DJ Drama (if you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
Montana (Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)
(If I thought it best to set you free) if I thought it best
Set you free (yeah)
(Would you hate me?) Would you hate me?
Y'all ready? (If you would, please tell me now, so I can-)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah (yeah), sellin' dope, smokin' dope (dope)
You ain't wavy, stayin' 'float (float)
Talkin' snipe, you been the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Jimmy Iovine, Interscope (scope)
They ain't happy we got rich, they want the blood (blood)
Tried to line me with the bitch, she fell in love (fell in love)
Nothin' but love, nothin' but love (yessir, Coke Boy, baby)
Money to the plug
The plug die with the money, then the boat sunk
We paid y'all prices to patch the hoes up
No love, dirty blue hundreds in the gold, tucked
The cash talk, fast talk, Bone Thug
They say it's love, that shit be fake (that shit be fake)
Got the police state to state
This shit too real, you can't relate
Your bitch a freak, she wanna skate
I want a slice, you got the cake (got the cake)
Said she wanna ride me like a bike, then she tried to demonstrate
Word to Gillie, I'm the king, I don't want to keep her
In my boxers, walkin' through your bitch crib, like Wiz Khalifa (Wiz Khalifa)
Introduce me to the plug (plug), turned the Bronx to ashes (Bronx to ashes)
Why they worryin' about the drugs? The stress kill us faster (kills us faster)
You mistaken that, attention for success
I've been ridin' with a carbon lately, the wave like Cardi baby (baby)
Nigga, it's, "Fuck you, pay me" (fuck you)
And you know I'm from the Bronx
Where it's hotter than the desert in Saudi Arabi
Benz black, Audi it's navy, I probably blacked stuff, goin' crazy
One-night only, my baby, you save 'em and cuff like a stadium
They tryna ride my wave, I turn your hood to AC (AC)
The pinkie go snowboardin' in the chain, like Steakie
They shot him at Mercedes, screamin', "Should've paid me"
He thought he would die big, he end up bein' gravy (damn)
I made a killin' off the shop-steps
Water-whip monster, I'm the Loch Ness
I kept half a pure and then I locked the rest
She ain't ever seen this view (view), Whoopi Goldberg
A hundred for an eight, about a quarter for the whole verse
Thirty million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)
Sober lately, hard to line me
Real success is keepin' bars behind me
Club drop, sixty on me like Kyrie
First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)
Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces
Miller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces
California King sheets, satin Fendi pillow cases
Teeth shinin', no braces, Louis shoes, no laces
Clip loaded, like the bases, steppin' on 'em, like the stages
And them shooters dressed in blazers, free the gangsters out the cages
Minor league to the majors, give my workers higher wages
And I get high off the za', grabba with the papers
Loud probably wake the neighbors, come in shop, don't do no favors
They bring them plates like waiters, in a bunch of different flavors
One o'clock, two o'clock, thirty for a block (block)
Cookin' in the spot (spot), cracked the glass pot (pot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
Jordan with the socks, old Jackson with the socks
Oprah in the hood, everybody get a block
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
One tapped cell phone, now everybody hot (hot)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Welcome to '23
The Jordan of this shit
Mixtape king, like LBJ
CB6, like Breezy meets Drizzy
The wave's back
Oh, yeah, the greatest surfer to ever ride
Yours truly
I wanna welcome y'all out
To none other than somethin' legendary
Coke Boys 6, suckers
These kids don't wanna pay no homage
They wanna forget who influenced 'em
You should let me loose on 'em
I'll go 'round the neighborhood with a basket, you know
They can put what they got in their pockets in there
Fives, tens, nickels, dimes
They treatin' pennies like they're sewer cats, mo
Lyrics submitted by Breakingbenjaminfan
Intro Lyrics as written by Tyree Simmons Karim Kharbouch
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