Who's fault 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 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 to be with someone else" (else, else, else) I took a piss and dismiss it like fuck it and went and found somebody else Fuck arguing harvesting the feelings, 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 out names, names, I hate you, more Let's call out names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch 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 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 is stroking you Might say I hit you He sitting there consoling you Rubbing my name threw the mud Who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable like can't 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 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 you're right girl You 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 And 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 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 Gon' 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 somewhere doing your thing And when the phone called it just ring and ring You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing Whole thing, whole thing, whole thing Oh my God Baby you done took this shit to the nother motherfuckin' level! Now a neighborhood nigga Like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this Goddamn, Goddamn! Who thought you how to get sexy for a nigga? (Yeezy taught me) You never use to talk dirty, but now you you goddamn disgusting My, my God, where'd you learn that? (Yeezy taught me) Look at you, motheruckin' butt ass naked, with them, Jimmy Choos on Who thought you how to put some Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy thought 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 did you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy thought me) I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I never fucked before I was in there like ooh 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 Who 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'ma thank him I'ma buy his album I'ma download that motherfucker I'ma shoot a bootlegger! That's how good I feel about this nigga Ahh, I still can't believe you got me this watch This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted! You went to bezel! This is the motherfucker I wanted I saw this, I saw it Twista had this shit on in The Source I remember! Twista had this 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
Written by: KANYE WEST, MIKE DEAN, JUSTIN FRANKS, RICHARD JAMES, JOHN LEGEND, KHLOE MITCHELL
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