Yeezy thaught me.

Kanye West Featuring John Legend - Blame Game.

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.

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 her names, names, I hate you, more.
Let’s call her names, names, for sure.

On a bathroom wall I wrote.
I’d rather argue with you than to be with someone else.
I took a piss and dismiss it and went and found somebody else.
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 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, 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 are have a good time.
Cause I definitely be having mine.

And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional.
Every time I hear about other nigga’s stroking you.
Might say I hit you.
He sitting there consoling you.
Threw the money, threw the mud.
Who’s provoking you.
You should be grateful a nigga like me even knows you.
Now you noticeable and cant nobody can 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 aint your right girl".
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 lights.
And who to blame, you to blame, me to blame.
For the pain and it poured everytime 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 her names, names, I hate you, my heart.
Let’s call her 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…

Oh my God..
Baby you done took this shit... to another motherfucking level!
Now a neighbourhood nigga like me, ain't supposed to be gettin no pussy like this.
Damn, Damn! Who thought you how to get sexy for a nigga...
Yeezy thought me.
You never used to talk dirty, but now you damn disgusting, wy, my God, where’d you learn that?
Yeezy thought me.
Look at you... motherfucking bud-ass-naked... with the motherfucking Jimmy Choos off. Who thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choos on?
Yeezy thought me.
Yo! You took your pussy-game up, a whole another level, this is some Cirque ‘u Soleil now!
You done went all porno on it 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 fucking 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 I'm gonning to thank him. I' going to buy his album, I'm going to download that motherfucker, I'm going to shoot a bootlegger!
That’s how good I feel about this nigga...
Oww, I still can’t believe you got me this watch. This motherfucking is exact motherfucking I wanted!
Even with the bezel! this is the motherfucking I wanted. I saw this shit, I saw it,
Twista had this shit on in The Source. I remember, Twista had this motherfucking 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 thought me.
Yeezy thought you well, Yeezy thought you well.