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"
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh, every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights, yeah
A different city every night, oh I
I swear the world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire
Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
It's been a couple months that I've been single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah, can't forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go I'ma have my own theme music
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see?)
I see my name in shining lights, oh yeah-yeah (uh-huh, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh I (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
For when I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (oh), when I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (let's go)
I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I'll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the five, twenties, tens, and Bens completely separate
And yeah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet
Put it in the air and sing
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had, uh (buy everything, haha)
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah?)
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see, bruh?)
I see my name in shining lights, oh yeah-yeah (uh-huh, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh I
I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
For when I'm a billionaire (yeah)
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (sing it)
When I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (oh)
I wanna be a billionaire (uh-huh)
So fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh, every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights, yeah
A different city every night, oh I
I swear the world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire
Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
It's been a couple months that I've been single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah, can't forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go I'ma have my own theme music
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see?)
I see my name in shining lights, oh yeah-yeah (uh-huh, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh I (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
For when I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (oh), when I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (let's go)
I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I'll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the five, twenties, tens, and Bens completely separate
And yeah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet
Put it in the air and sing
I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had, uh (buy everything, haha)
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah?)
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see, bruh?)
I see my name in shining lights, oh yeah-yeah (uh-huh, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh I
I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
For when I'm a billionaire (yeah)
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (sing it)
When I'm a billionaire
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh (oh)
I wanna be a billionaire (uh-huh)
So fuckin' bad
Lyrics submitted by tugboatlove1
Billionaire Lyrics as written by Peter Gene Hernandez Ari Levine
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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This is one of my favorite songs. https://fnfgo.io
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This is actually a pretty smart commentary on recent events and the disappointment and frustration with Bush followed by Obama:
The lines about Fema and then the reference to playing basketball with Obama and his better etiquette followed by "toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it" and keeping the different denominations of money separate - a reference to the stimulus that didn't seem to have a coherent focus and giving big money to some (banks) and peanuts to everyone else.
But when he talks about what HE would do, it's totally different. 1) he would visit where Katrina hit and actually help the people. He would take his money and adopt kids that don't have shit, fulfill someone's last wish, divide it up among his friends, and make sure no one goes hungry - exactly what people DON'T do when they have money but what they should do. In other words, focus on people and not himself. He's pointing out hypocrisy with the self-absorption of the chorus, which is about putting himself in the limelight.
shinning should be spelt like shining sorry, im a spelling nazi and i totally love this song :D
For some reason MCR lovers love this song mmm...
Awesome song! Has a bit of a message as well, even if it is a little unrealistic.
Birdie...you makin any music lately? If it takes one "bomb song" (in your opinion) to lose respect for an artist, then you must be a fairweather kind of human being...Although you may not respect the art, you should respect the artist. At least he is trying
<br /> <br /> Well i think birdie just got owned LOL!!! =)
I love the ska sound.
The part where he disses Katy Perry owns
Just a feel good song about all the good he would do if he was rich, not just the superficial magazine cover shoots.
love travie <3
totally in love with this song:)
so fuckin' bad, i wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad