Kanye West, John Legend - Blame Game lyrics

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 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 the bathroom wall I wrote
"I'd rather argue with you than
To 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 fuckin' 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 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
Grippin' you up, fuckin' and chokin' you
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you ain't gettin' this type
Of dick from that local dude
And if you are, I hope you have a good time
'Cause I definitely be havin' mine
And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional
Every time I hear about other
Niggas is strokin' you
Lie and say I hit you
He sittin' there consoling you
Runnin' 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 am and can't nobody get a hold of you
I'm callin' 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 gettin' 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 bein' 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
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 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 another motherfuckin' level
Now, a neighborhood nigga like
Me ain't supposed
To be gettin' no pussy like this
Goddamn, goddamn
Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga?
(Yeezy taught me)
You never used to talk dirty
But now you goddamn disgusting
My, my God, where'd you learn that?
(Yeezy taught me)
Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass naked
With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on
Who taught you how to put
Some motherfuckin' 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, okay?
And IIII, 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 fuckin' parts of your
Pussy I'd 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
Reupholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got
Your pussy all reupholstered?
(Yeezy reupholstered 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 motherfucker
I'ma shoot a bootlegger
That's how good I feel about this nigga ah
I still can't believe you got me this watch
This motherfucker is the exact
Motherfucker I wanted
With the bezel? This is
The motherfucker I wanted
I saw this shit, I saw it
Twista had this shit on in The Source
I 'member
Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
That's right, that's right
Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo
This the best birthday ever
Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this?
(Yeezy taught me) yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well