Blame Game

作词 : Kanye West/DJ Frank E/Khloe Mitchell/Mike Dean/John Legend/Aphex Twin

作曲 : Kanye West/DJ Frank E/Khloe Mitchell/Mike Dean/John Legend/Aphex Twin

编曲 : Kanye West/DJ Frank E/Mike Dean

制作人 : Kanye West/DJ Frank E/Mike Dean

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