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 short as a last resort and my first resort.
You call me motherfucker for long,
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 be with someone 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
'Til about 2 AM and I call back and I hang up and I 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 fuckin' and
choking you
What the hell was I supposed to do
I know you ain’t getting this type of dick from that local dude
And if you are I hope you have a good time
'Cause I definitely be having mine
And you ain’t finna see a mogul get emotional
Every time I hear bout other nigga’s stroking you
Lying, 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 can’t nobody get control of you
1 A.M. and can’t nobody get a hold of you
I’m calling your brother’s phone like what was I supposed to do
Even though I knew, he never told the truth
He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions
Chuck dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
I heard he bought some coke with my money
That ain’t right girl
You getting blackmailed for that white girl
You always said Yeezy I ain’t your right girl
You probably find one of them «I like art"-type girls
All of her life, she was caught in the hype girl
And I was satisfied being in love with the lie
Then who to blame, you to blame, me to blame
For the pain and it poured every time when it rained
Let’s 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’re 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.»
―Chloe Mitchell
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 were somewhere doing your thing
And when the phone called it just rang and rang
You ain’t pick up but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing.
I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing…
Oh my God
Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfucking level
Now a neighbourhood nigga like me ain’t supposed to be getting no pussy like
this
God damn, God damn! Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga?
(Yeezy taught me)
You never used to talk dirty, but now you—you got damn disgusting,
My—my God, where—where'd you learn that?
(Yeezy taught me)
Look at you motherfucking butt ass naked with them motherfucking Jimmy Choos on
Who taught you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choos on?
(Yeezy taught me)
Yo you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level, this is some Cirque du
Soleil pussy now, shit!
You done went all porno on a nigga, OK. And I, and I love it.
And I thank you, I thank you, my dick thanks you!
How d’you learn, how—how did your pussy game come up?
(Yeezy taught me)
I was fucking parts of your pussy I’ve never fucked before
I was in there like, «Oh, shit, I’ve 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 I’mma thank him.
I’mma buy the album, I’mma download that motherfucker I’mma 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 that 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.