Blame Game

Let's play the blame game, I love you, more.

Let's play the blame game for sure.

Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more.

Let's call out names, names, for sure.

I'll call you bitch for sure...

As a last resort, and my first resort.

You call me motherfucker forlorn.

At the end of it you know we both were wrong.

But I love to play the blame game, I love you, more.

Let's play the blame game for sure.

Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more.

Let's call out names, names, for sure.

On a bathroom wall I wrote

"I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" (else, else, else).

I took a piss and dismiss it like 'fuck it' and I went and found somebody else.

Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo I'd rather be by my fucking self

Till about 2 a.m. and I call back and I hang up and start to blame myself...

Somebody help.

Let's play the blame game, I love you, more

Let's play the blame game for sure.

Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more.

Let's call her names, names, for sure.

You weren't perfect but you made life worth it.

Stick around, some real feelings might surface.

Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom gripping you up,

fucking and choking you.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

I know you aint getting this type of dick from that local dude.

And if you are I hope you are have a good time,

cause I definitely be having mine.

And you aint finna see a mogul get emotional,

every time I hear bout other nigga is stroking you.

Might say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you;

running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?

You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you.

Now you noticeable and cant nobody get control you.

1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you;

I'm calling your brothers phone like what was I supposed to do?

Even though I knew, he never told the truth;

he was just gon say whatever you gon told him too.

At a certain point I had to stop asking questions;

ya'll got dirt on eachother like mud wrestlers.

I heard he bought some coke with my money...dat ain't right girl.

You getting blackmailed for that white girl.

You always said Yeezy I aint you're right girl,

you'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls

All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl,

and I was satisfied being in love with the lie.

Now who to blame, you to blame,

me to blame for the pain and it poured every time when it rained.

Lets play the blame game...

Let's play the blame game, I love you, more

Let's play the blame game for sure.

Things used to be; now they not.

Anything but us is who we are.

Disguising ourselves as secret lovers,

We've become public enemies.

We walk away like strangers in the street;

Gone for eternity,

We erased one another.

So far from where we came,

with so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing.

Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E.

Hatred and attitude tear us entirely.

Let's play the blame game, I love you, more.

Let's play the blame game for sure.

Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more.

Let's call out names, names, for sure.

I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much.

I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much.

I can't love you this much

No, I can't love you this much

I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much.

And I know that you are somehwere doing your thing,

And when the phone called it just ring and ring.

You ain't pick up but your phone accidently called me back,

And I heard the whole thing.

I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing...

Ohh my God..

Baby you done took this shit to another level!

Now a neighborhood nigga like me

aint supposed to be gettin no pussy like this.

Damn, damn!, who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga.

(Yeezy taught me)

You never use to talk dirty,

but now you goddamn disgusting.

My, my God, where'd you learn that?

(Yeezy taught me)

Look at you mother fuckin butt ass naked,

with them mother fuckin Jimmy Choos on.

Who taught you how to put some mother fuckin Jimmy Choos on?

(Yeezy taught me)

Yo you took your game up a whole 'nother level,

this is some Cirque 'u Soleil now!

You done went all porno on it, k.

And I, and I love it...

And I thank you, I thank you, my dick thanks you!

How did you learn, how... how did your game come up?

(Yeezy thought me)

I was fuckin parts of your pussy I never fucked before.

I was in there like 'Oh shit, I never been here before."

I've never even seen this part of pussy town before.

It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit.

What the fuck happened?

Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?

(Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy)

You know what, I got to thank Yeezy.

And when I see that nigga Imma thank him.

Imma buy his album,

Imma download that motherfucker Imma shoot a bootlegger!

That's how good I feel about this nigga.

Oww, I still can't believe you got me this watch.

This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted!

Even with the bezel! this is the motherfucker I wanted.

I saw this shit, I saw it,

Twista had this shit on in The Source.

I remember, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source.

That's right, that's right!

Yo yo babe, yo yo this is the best birthday ever!

Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?

(Yeezy taught me)

Yeezy taught you well, Yeezy taught you well.