Whose fault? 

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 
I'll call you bitch for short 
As a last resort, and a first result 
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 

Kanye West: 
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 fuck it 
And I went and found somebody else 
Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings 
Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self 
'Till about two am and I call back 
and I hang up 
And I start to blame myself, somebody help 

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 

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 
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 definitely be having mine 
And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional 
Every time I hear 'bout other niggas is strokin' you 
Lying, say I hit you 
He sitting there consoling you 
Running 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 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 
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 rang and rang 
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 

Oh, my God, 
Baby, you done took this shit 
To the 'nother motherfucking 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? 
(Yeezy taught me) 
You never used to talk dirty, 
But now you, you god damn disgusting 
My, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? 
(Yeezy taught me) 

Look at you motherfucking butt-ass naked 
With them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on 
Who thought you how to put some Jimmy Choo's 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 love it, and I thank you 

I thank you, my dick thanks you 
How did you learn, how did 
How did your pussy game come up? 
(Yeezy taught me) 

I was fucking 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 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 

Oh, I still can't believe you got me this watch 
This motherfucker's 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 remember 
Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source 
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