🎵 Blame Game // by Kanye West

300 ContributorsTranslationsSvenskaTürkçeEnglishPortuguêsFrançaisРусский (Russian)Italiano Blame Game Lyrics This entire song can be taken two different ways: One, Kanye is talking about his relationship with fame (pretty easy to see metaphor-wise). Two, he’s talking about a specific girl in his life.… Read More  [Produced by DJ Frank E, Kanye West & Mike Dean] [Intro: Kanye West] Whose fault? [Chorus: John Legend] 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 [Bridge: John Legend] 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 [Chorus: John Legend] 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 [Verse 1: Kanye West] 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 a.m. and I call back And I hang up and I start to blame myself Somebody help [Chorus: John Legend] 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 [Verse 2: Kanye West] 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 a.m. 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 [Chorus: John Legend] Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure [Interlude: Kanye West] 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 [Chorus: Kanye West] 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 [Bridge: Kanye West] 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 [Outro: Kanye West] 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 ["The Best Birthday": Chris Rock & Salma Kenas] 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 I-I-I-I, 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