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"
You know us big mouth Harlem niggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothafuckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talkin' 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas, "Suck a dick"
I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathin' Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) better keep the peace, that Lil B, brrang-a-dang
I don't care if you blue or you red flaggin'
Hair swin'in', my pants saggin'
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gaggin', she jet laggin'
All my cuz niggas, what's crackin'?
All my blood niggas, what's poppin'?
I ain't set trippin', I just happen
To know who click-clackin', you mismatchin'
Fuck swaggin', you been jackin', fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit-chattin', see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
.345 be the big toy (yeah)
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy (yeah)
Pull it off through the city like errt
Seen that ho nigga like errr
Hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse (yeah)
He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, shit)
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
And act up, nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work (yeah)
With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk (teach you how to jerk)
Swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (yeah)
Brand new nigga with a brand new venue (uh)
Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger (yeah)
Killin' careers make these cupcakes remember (yeah)
My objective is to serve your agenda (yeah)
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender (uh)
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga (right)
Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth (right)
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house (yeah)
Twistin' up weed, I'm diggin' her out
Just fillin' her out
Do all that shit you be talkin' about
While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That bitch be my stuffin', like, like we really be fuckin' (like we really be fuckin')
Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock (uh-huh)
This mothafucka hold fifteen, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost (motherfucka)
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust? (Uh)
Got my tie on, grippin' on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for? (Uh)
Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for? (Uh)
Ridin' 'round with that mask on (uh-huh)
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my backyard (yeah), red nose my bad broad (yeah)
Titan full of that hydro (yeah), pretty nigga, no catwalk (yeah)
Big burner in your big mouth (yeah), pussy niggas suck lead off (yeah)
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay when we quick draw (uh-huh), pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up (blaow) (motherfucka)
Q (uh)
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothafuckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talkin' 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas, "Suck a dick"
I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathin' Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) better keep the peace, that Lil B, brrang-a-dang
I don't care if you blue or you red flaggin'
Hair swin'in', my pants saggin'
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gaggin', she jet laggin'
All my cuz niggas, what's crackin'?
All my blood niggas, what's poppin'?
I ain't set trippin', I just happen
To know who click-clackin', you mismatchin'
Fuck swaggin', you been jackin', fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit-chattin', see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
.345 be the big toy (yeah)
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy (yeah)
Pull it off through the city like errt
Seen that ho nigga like errr
Hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse (yeah)
He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, shit)
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
And act up, nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work (yeah)
With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk (teach you how to jerk)
Swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (yeah)
Brand new nigga with a brand new venue (uh)
Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger (yeah)
Killin' careers make these cupcakes remember (yeah)
My objective is to serve your agenda (yeah)
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender (uh)
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga (right)
Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth (right)
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house (yeah)
Twistin' up weed, I'm diggin' her out
Just fillin' her out
Do all that shit you be talkin' about
While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That bitch be my stuffin', like, like we really be fuckin' (like we really be fuckin')
Brand new clip, brand new nine (beast)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (beast)
Brand new weed, brand new high (woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (beast)
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock (uh-huh)
This mothafucka hold fifteen, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost (motherfucka)
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust? (Uh)
Got my tie on, grippin' on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for? (Uh)
Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for? (Uh)
Ridin' 'round with that mask on (uh-huh)
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my backyard (yeah), red nose my bad broad (yeah)
Titan full of that hydro (yeah), pretty nigga, no catwalk (yeah)
Big burner in your big mouth (yeah), pussy niggas suck lead off (yeah)
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay when we quick draw (uh-huh), pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up (blaow) (motherfucka)
Q (uh)
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Brand New Guy Lyrics as written by Rakim Mayers Quincy Hanley
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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