Blame Game - Kanye West, John Legend

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.