Who's fault? Let's play the blame game I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call our names, names, I hate you more Let's call our names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch for sure As a last resort and my first resort You call me mother***er 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 our names, names, I hate you more Let's call our names, names, for sure On the bathroom wall and road I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else I took a piss and dismissed it like *** it and I went and found somebody else *** arguing or harvesting the feelings yo I'd rather be by my ***ing self Till about 2am 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 our names, names, I hate you more Let's call our 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 the bathroom Gripping you up, ***ing 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'd definitely be having mine And you ain't finna see up Mo will get emotional every time I hear about other niggas stroking you Guns say I hit you, they sitting there consoling you Rubbing my name through the mud, who's provoking you You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you know the simple and can't nobody take control of you 1am 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 gonna say whatever that you told him to At a certain point I had to stop asking questions Check out dirt on each other like mud russes I already bought some coke with my money That ain't right girl, you getting blackmailed for that white girl You always say it easy, I ain't your right girl You'll probably find one of them, I like all the trick girls All of the lies, it's called not hype girl Then I was satisfied being in love with the lie Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame For the pain it be pouring every time when it rain 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 erase 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 And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing And when the phone call, they just rang and rang And they 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 *** to another mother***ing level Now a neighborhood 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? Easy Talk Me You never used to talk dirty, but now you're god damn disgusting My, my god, where'd you learn that? Easy Talk Me Look at you, mother***ing butt-ass nigga With them mother***ing Jimmy Choo's on Who taught you how to put some mother***ing Jimmy Choo's on? Easy Talk Me Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole nother level This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy Now, ***, you done went all porno on a nigga, okay? And I love it, and I thank you I thank you, my dick thanks you How'd you learn, how did your pussy game come up? Easy Talk Me I was ***ing parts of your pussy I've never ***ed before I was in there like, oh ***, I've never been here before I've never even seen this part of pussy town before It's like you got this *** reupholstered or some *** What the *** happened? Who the *** got your pussy all reupholstered? Yeezy reupholstered my pussy You know what? I gotta thank Yeezy And when I see that nigga, I'm gonna thank him I'm gonna buy the album, I'm gonna download that mother***er I'm gonna shoot a bootlegger That's how good I feel about this nigga Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch This mother***er's the exact mother***er I wanted With the bezel? This is the mother***er I wanted I saw this ***, I saw that Twister had this *** on in the sauce I remember Twister had this mother***er on in the sauce 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 Yeezy taught you well