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"
Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas is gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holding I'm a have to see niggas
Niggas is out there holding
Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something
Fuck that
Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to steady paper-making
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner,
We surprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right fit so I can receive another grand prize
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you'd never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen.
Yo I'll fuck you up
Aye yo run all your jewels
Run all your paper
You ain't holding this paper you fuckin' faggot
Aye yo get the fuck on the floor
Shut the fuck up
Aye yo shut the fuck up
Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get anybody my nigga take your pick,
What you said I said even if it caused a bloodshed,
We gettin' paper even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain't fronting,
I'm taking everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit
Or even stab you on some knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked
Sometime I know it seems so shocking
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace
And if you thinking you that strong
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around
You feel the four five long
The victim contemplating what to do
Or how the fuck to get out of the situation that he's going through
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
Niggas is gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holding I'm a have to see niggas
Niggas is out there holding
Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something
Fuck that
Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to steady paper-making
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner,
We surprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right fit so I can receive another grand prize
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you'd never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen.
Yo I'll fuck you up
Aye yo run all your jewels
Run all your paper
You ain't holding this paper you fuckin' faggot
Aye yo get the fuck on the floor
Shut the fuck up
Aye yo shut the fuck up
Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get anybody my nigga take your pick,
What you said I said even if it caused a bloodshed,
We gettin' paper even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain't fronting,
I'm taking everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit
Or even stab you on some knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked
Sometime I know it seems so shocking
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace
And if you thinking you that strong
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around
You feel the four five long
The victim contemplating what to do
Or how the fuck to get out of the situation that he's going through
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
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Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1 Lyrics as written by Osten S Harvey Osten Harvey
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