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"
Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy, man
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain't gon' lie, I'm a little smizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in the club man, ooh
Yeah, they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
And when it's time to pop they a no-show (where they at?)
Yeah, I'm pretty but I'm loco (yeah, I'm loco)
The loud got me moving slow-mo (shhh)
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (Where the hoes bro?)
Ayo Keys, where the hoes though? (Yo, where the hoes tho?)
That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
It's M.A, you don't know, ho? (You don't know, ho?)
We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no (that's a no-no)
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (that's the bro code)
Baby, gave me head, that's a low blow (that's a low blow)
Damn, she make me weak when she deepthroat (when she deepthroat)
I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
They be on that hate shit, I peep though (yeah, I peep though)
My brother told me fuck 'em, get that money sis (yo, fuck 'em)
You just keep on grinding on ya hungry shit (uh-huh)
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
'Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnid clips (brrat)
And we go zero to a hunnid quick (woo)
We just them niggas you ain't fucking with (oh no)
Pockets on a chubby chase (uh?)
And still could bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooh)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me? (Yo, why they, uh?)
Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me? (Like I don't keep that)
Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me? (I ain't got a hitter)
Like we ain't in these streets more than Sesame? (Woo)
If that's your chick, then why she texting me? (Yo, why she texting me?)
Why she keep calling, my phone speaking sexually? (Woo)
Every time I'm out, why she stressing me? (Yo, why she stressing me?)
You call her Stephanie? (You call her, huh?) I call her Headphanie (ooh)
I don't open doors for a ho (no, no, no)
I just want the neck, nothin' more (no, nothin' more)
Shawty make it clap, make it applause (yeah, make it clap)
When you tired of your man, give me a call (give me a call)
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw (yo, what you said?)
Next minute, calling for the law (woop-woop)
This .9'll have them calling for the Lord (rrah)
They ain't getting shmoney so they bored (man, they bored)
I could never lose, what you thought? (Man, what you thought?)
M.a got it on lock, man of course (man of course)
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce (I got the sauce)
These haters on my body shake 'em off (I shake em' off)
Pussy I'm a bully and a boss (man, I'm a boss)
I'm killing them, sorry for your loss (R.I.p)
I just caught a body, Randy Moss (ooh)
Now this year I'm really going off (I'm going off)
Ooh
Ooh
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
Ooh
Ooh
Ahh, these haters on my body shake 'em off
Ooh
Ooh
These haters on my body shake 'em off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This Henny got me, it got me sauced
This Henny got me, ooh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.a got it on lock, man, of course
Ooh
Ooh
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain't gon' lie, I'm a little smizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in the club man, ooh
Yeah, they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
And when it's time to pop they a no-show (where they at?)
Yeah, I'm pretty but I'm loco (yeah, I'm loco)
The loud got me moving slow-mo (shhh)
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (Where the hoes bro?)
Ayo Keys, where the hoes though? (Yo, where the hoes tho?)
That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
It's M.A, you don't know, ho? (You don't know, ho?)
We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no (that's a no-no)
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (that's the bro code)
Baby, gave me head, that's a low blow (that's a low blow)
Damn, she make me weak when she deepthroat (when she deepthroat)
I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
They be on that hate shit, I peep though (yeah, I peep though)
My brother told me fuck 'em, get that money sis (yo, fuck 'em)
You just keep on grinding on ya hungry shit (uh-huh)
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
'Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnid clips (brrat)
And we go zero to a hunnid quick (woo)
We just them niggas you ain't fucking with (oh no)
Pockets on a chubby chase (uh?)
And still could bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooh)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me? (Yo, why they, uh?)
Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me? (Like I don't keep that)
Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me? (I ain't got a hitter)
Like we ain't in these streets more than Sesame? (Woo)
If that's your chick, then why she texting me? (Yo, why she texting me?)
Why she keep calling, my phone speaking sexually? (Woo)
Every time I'm out, why she stressing me? (Yo, why she stressing me?)
You call her Stephanie? (You call her, huh?) I call her Headphanie (ooh)
I don't open doors for a ho (no, no, no)
I just want the neck, nothin' more (no, nothin' more)
Shawty make it clap, make it applause (yeah, make it clap)
When you tired of your man, give me a call (give me a call)
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw (yo, what you said?)
Next minute, calling for the law (woop-woop)
This .9'll have them calling for the Lord (rrah)
They ain't getting shmoney so they bored (man, they bored)
I could never lose, what you thought? (Man, what you thought?)
M.a got it on lock, man of course (man of course)
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce (I got the sauce)
These haters on my body shake 'em off (I shake em' off)
Pussy I'm a bully and a boss (man, I'm a boss)
I'm killing them, sorry for your loss (R.I.p)
I just caught a body, Randy Moss (ooh)
Now this year I'm really going off (I'm going off)
Ooh
Ooh
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
Ooh
Ooh
Ahh, these haters on my body shake 'em off
Ooh
Ooh
These haters on my body shake 'em off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This Henny got me, it got me sauced
This Henny got me, ooh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.a got it on lock, man, of course
Ooh
Ooh
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
OOOUUU Lyrics as written by Matthew Norrish Jacobson Katorah Marrero
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