Kanye West, John Legend - Blame Game (Album Version (Edited))

Ayy Whose fault? Uh (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 a bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" (Else, else, else, else) I took a piss and dismiss it like, "Fuck it," and I went and found somebody else" (Else, else, else, else) Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self (Self, self, self, self) 'Til about two 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 gripping you up, fucking 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'll definitely be having mine (And you ain't finna see a) mogul get emotional Every time I hear 'bout other niggas that's stroking you Lying say I hit you, he 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 noticeable and can't nobody get control-a you One AM and can't nobody get a hold of you 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 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 lie Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame? For the pain and 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 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 the 'nother 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, you never use to talk dirty, but now you, you goddamn disgusting My, my God, where, where, 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 motherfucking Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy thought 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-and I-I-I-I-I love it And I thank you, I thank you, my dick thanks you How'd you learn, how'd, how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy thought me) I was fuckin' 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 gotta 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 Ahh, I still can't believe you got me this watch This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted! You went to bezel! This is the motherfucker I wanted, I saw this shit I saw it, 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 the best birthday ever Where you learn to treat a nigga like this? (Yeezy taught me) Yeezy taught you well, Yeezy taught you well