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"
Ninja
Yo yo yo Yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ-Hitek
Die fokken Antwoord
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(Yolandi Visser)
Fresh futuristig
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig, accept it, we go ballistig
You can’t fuck with this shit
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like Fuckit, I missed it
(Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?)
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo, fuck the system, I got my own system
Poes, I won’t listen
My fricky dicky lietjie blows systems
You can hear me coming from the distance
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son
Wat pomp julle?
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Raak dronk op pille
Vrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinne
Ek verskyn uit die stoom van die stort
Soos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missie
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me who's ill
I'm touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit, the mirror’s misty
Sjoe, who can this be?
Let's see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie, donner op 'n entjie
Stonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempie
Tssss
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success
My breath is kak fresh
Jack Parow
(There you go, baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit
Lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parrow
Fok Steve Hofmeyer
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
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Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
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Wat pomp?
(Ninja)
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Ok, this is my song
Now Max, fok jou, ek dink jy’s ‘n poes
Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes
Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poes
Hou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poes
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show
Ok, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nie
Like my name was Nigel
Moenie my flippen tune nie
Ek gaan vir my ma se
Okay, toemaar los dit
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto
I'm not weird, you're weird
I’m just flippin' new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother?
I fit right in, have my cock in your mother
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
I’m running on the spot and I’m so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Jou naaier, jou naaier
Wat pomp julle?
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Uuh (Hosss)
2009 (Yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)
Yo
Dj Hitek (Duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)
Uuh
Jy check my op die fokken straate (Yo)
Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (We’re very fancy)
Yo, jy check my op page 3 van Die Son
Yo, die fokken Ninja
Stainless steel stab comin’ at ya
My borshare mooi afgeskeer (Daarsy)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (Oulik)
(Freessssh)
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja
I’m a tiger
Chin chin
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet
Yo yo yo Yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ-Hitek
Die fokken Antwoord
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp?
(Yolandi Visser)
Fresh futuristig
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig, accept it, we go ballistig
You can’t fuck with this shit
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like Fuckit, I missed it
(Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?)
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo, fuck the system, I got my own system
Poes, I won’t listen
My fricky dicky lietjie blows systems
You can hear me coming from the distance
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp?
Wat pomp julle?
Raak dronk op pille
Vrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinne
Ek verskyn uit die stoom van die stort
Soos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missie
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me who's ill
I'm touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit, the mirror’s misty
Sjoe, who can this be?
Let's see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie, donner op 'n entjie
Stonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempie
Tssss
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success
My breath is kak fresh
Jack Parow
(There you go, baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit
Lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parrow
Fok Steve Hofmeyer
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp?
(Ninja)
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Ok, this is my song
Now Max, fok jou, ek dink jy’s ‘n poes
Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes
Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poes
Hou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poes
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show
Ok, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nie
Like my name was Nigel
Moenie my flippen tune nie
Ek gaan vir my ma se
Okay, toemaar los dit
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto
I'm not weird, you're weird
I’m just flippin' new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother?
I fit right in, have my cock in your mother
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
I’m running on the spot and I’m so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Jou naaier, jou naaier
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp
Wat pomp?
Uuh (Hosss)
2009 (Yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)
Yo
Dj Hitek (Duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)
Uuh
Jy check my op die fokken straate (Yo)
Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (We’re very fancy)
Yo, jy check my op page 3 van Die Son
Yo, die fokken Ninja
Stainless steel stab comin’ at ya
My borshare mooi afgeskeer (Daarsy)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (Oulik)
(Freessssh)
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja
I’m a tiger
Chin chin
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet
Lyrics submitted by freizeit, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Wat Pomp? Lyrics as written by Anri Du Toit Justin De Nobrega
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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