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"
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
Bustas get so dazed and amazed, there's Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of smoked out, loc'd out, puffed out as them demons dance
Playas lookin' wild, stole our style
Devil's in me, so fly can get so violent
Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills that make me trill
Trill enough to kill at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic styles 'cause fly styles so mystic bitch
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we don't love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when I'm killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the fuckin' demolition
Three 6 Mafia creation descending
With my styles I slit your body bitch
That I will chop to pieces
No fuckin' clue to the five-oh clique
No fuckin' witnesses and
They only saw the mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
I blaze the bunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full and all I see is 6-6-6 in the sky
The Three 6 Mafia
The devil's daughter bitch is so wild
Whatever you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motherfuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit the nines showin' these bitches they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches with animosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas 'cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
La Chat got the gat creepin' up from the back
Chrome tone now it's on, never love a nigga Joan
'Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off nigga's dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckers be talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black, the demon's child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off, runnin' your mouth with that weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed, trick before you get your wig split
A candle light, the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for the folks on Unsolved Mysteries
Ya thought I was dead, nah, instead I just faked on your ass
And now I'm back with that mask and I'm ready to blast
Now tell me something has emerged
Legions of demons ('cause a nigga finer)
Rip 'em in plenty trick (for a date with my Smith & Wesson)
Bitch, you living now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his legs, cut him down, bitch with mass up in his town
Niggas 'bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to that Koopsta bitch (the wicked witch or horror)
Horror, the chambers that tame us, they came up
To feed off your soul fool be livin' your anger
Now your life's in danger
Evil
Notice the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your ho shit
Approachin' Da Scarecrow'll butcher and
Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
Every nigga that try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy
When you walk through the wilderness
Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan
Rest in Peace, he taught me bout these mean streets
So therefore, nigga, you don't want to come deal with the mafia
We'll drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity
With the style that's mystic
Deep when we creep, take your last breath
Roll up your tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
Beware, the juice'll leave you fuckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 devils
Whoever step up to this click then ya doomed
Cruise with my harpoon, straight through your heart, fool
Soon I'll have you in the trance, swearin' hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance
See I'm a cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break your bones
A Glock-19, ninety-five, I'll 'cause a earlier death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets, so fool, watch your step
We all about makin' that cheese, we gotta stay straight, mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked up for some tax evasion
Killas and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass TEC 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshiper, a thug'll be my profile, read my file
I be enemy child for a while within the Mystic Styles
Ah, yeah, it's like this for the nine-five
Just like last year, you can't fuck wit' us, biatch
Haha, you dumbass
Yeah, Juicy J AKA Da Juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
Straight from funky town, ho
Gangsta Boo in this motherfucker you, know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho
This La Chat up in this motherfucker
Tellin' all these hoes to take they Ana to the flo' and I'm out
Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bitch with that medieval shit
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this motherfucker
Da Killaman, prophet entertainment in this hoe
Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this motherfucker
The mystical one nigga
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
Bustas get so dazed and amazed, there's Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of smoked out, loc'd out, puffed out as them demons dance
Playas lookin' wild, stole our style
Devil's in me, so fly can get so violent
Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills that make me trill
Trill enough to kill at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic styles 'cause fly styles so mystic bitch
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we don't love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when I'm killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the fuckin' demolition
Three 6 Mafia creation descending
With my styles I slit your body bitch
That I will chop to pieces
No fuckin' clue to the five-oh clique
No fuckin' witnesses and
They only saw the mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
I blaze the bunt up in the air just to relax and get high
The moon is full and all I see is 6-6-6 in the sky
The Three 6 Mafia
The devil's daughter bitch is so wild
Whatever you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motherfuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit the nines showin' these bitches they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches with animosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas 'cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
La Chat got the gat creepin' up from the back
Chrome tone now it's on, never love a nigga Joan
'Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off nigga's dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckers be talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black, the demon's child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off, runnin' your mouth with that weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed, trick before you get your wig split
A candle light, the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for the folks on Unsolved Mysteries
Ya thought I was dead, nah, instead I just faked on your ass
And now I'm back with that mask and I'm ready to blast
Now tell me something has emerged
Legions of demons ('cause a nigga finer)
Rip 'em in plenty trick (for a date with my Smith & Wesson)
Bitch, you living now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his legs, cut him down, bitch with mass up in his town
Niggas 'bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to that Koopsta bitch (the wicked witch or horror)
Horror, the chambers that tame us, they came up
To feed off your soul fool be livin' your anger
Now your life's in danger
Evil
Notice the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your ho shit
Approachin' Da Scarecrow'll butcher and
Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
Every nigga that try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy
When you walk through the wilderness
Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan
Rest in Peace, he taught me bout these mean streets
So therefore, nigga, you don't want to come deal with the mafia
We'll drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity
With the style that's mystic
Deep when we creep, take your last breath
Roll up your tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
Beware, the juice'll leave you fuckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 devils
Whoever step up to this click then ya doomed
Cruise with my harpoon, straight through your heart, fool
Soon I'll have you in the trance, swearin' hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance
See I'm a cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break your bones
A Glock-19, ninety-five, I'll 'cause a earlier death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets, so fool, watch your step
We all about makin' that cheese, we gotta stay straight, mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked up for some tax evasion
Killas and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass TEC 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshiper, a thug'll be my profile, read my file
I be enemy child for a while within the Mystic Styles
Ah, yeah, it's like this for the nine-five
Just like last year, you can't fuck wit' us, biatch
Haha, you dumbass
Yeah, Juicy J AKA Da Juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
Straight from funky town, ho
Gangsta Boo in this motherfucker you, know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho
This La Chat up in this motherfucker
Tellin' all these hoes to take they Ana to the flo' and I'm out
Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bitch with that medieval shit
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this motherfucker
Da Killaman, prophet entertainment in this hoe
Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this motherfucker
The mystical one nigga
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