Blame Game

歌手： Kanye West John Legend • 专辑：My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy • 发布时间：2010-11-22 
作词 : Dean, Michael G.
 作曲 : Dean, Michael G.
Producers: Kanye West, DJ Frank E
Additional Producer: Mike Dean
Writers：John Legend/Aphex Twin/DJ Frank E/Mike Dean/Kanye West/Chloe Mitchell
Sample：Avril 14th(2001)—Aphex Twin
Whose 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 b!tch for short
As a last resort and my first resort
You call me mother****er for lon
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"
I took a piss and dismiss it like "**** it
And I went and found somebody else
**** arguing and harvesting the feeling
Yo, I'd rather be by my ****ing sel
Till about two a.m. 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 out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out 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, ****ing and choking yo
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you ain't getting this type of d!ck 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 n!ggas is strokin' you
Lying, say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
Runnin' my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
You should be grateful a n!gga like me ever noticed you
Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
1 AM 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
Y'all got 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'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 a lie
Now 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, 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 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
Ohh, my God
Baby, you done took this shit to another mother****ing level
Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be getting no pussy like thi
Goddamn, Goddamn!
Who taught you how to get sexy for a n!gga?
(Yeezy taught me)
You never used to talk dirty, but now you God damn disgusting!
My my God, where'd you learn that?
(Yeezy taught me)
Look at you, mother****ing butt-ass-naked...
With them mother****ing Jimmy Choos on...
Who taught you how to put some mother****ing 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! Sh!t
You done went all porno on a n!gga, okay? And I, and I love it...
And I thank you, I thank you, my d!ck thanks you!
How did you learn, how... how did your pussy game come up
(Yeezy taught me)
I was ****ing parts of your pussy I'd never ****ed before
I was in there like "Oh, sh!t! I never been here before!
I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before
It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit. What the **** happened
Who, who the **** 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 the album, I'ma download that mother****er, I'm-a shoot a bootlegger
That's how good I feel about this n!gga
Oww, I still can't believe you got me this watch!
This mother****er is the exact mother****er I wanted
Even with the bezel! This is the mother****er I wanted
I saw this sh!t, I saw it, Twista had this sh!t on in The Source!
I remember, Twista had this mother****er on in The Source
That's right, that's right! Yo yo babe, yo yo this is the best birthday ever!
Where'd you learn to treat a n!gga like this?
(Yeezy taught me)
Yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well
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