All Your Fault - Intellectual

[Intro: Kanye West]

Yeah, yeah, we good

Keep talkin' about this shit or whatever, we can go back and forth all day

[Chorus: Kanye West & Travis Scott]

(How much I live, I live for your love)

Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)

Lit for your love, baby (Straight up)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

That's that don't play, woo, that's that new Ye

People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet, woo

Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches

That's a fresh house, is that a guest house? Your house got another house?

Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse

Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully

If you leave Mickey, you gon' end up with a goofy

I imagine that's what Chris told Karrueche

Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

But cops chokin' niggas out in the media

We finna have to protest and tear the city up

We 'bout to tear this whole place up, pretty much

(How much I live), woo

[Bridge: Kanye West]

And you know it's all your fault

Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe

You know it's all your fault

Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me (How much I live, I live for your love)

[Chorus: Kanye West & Travis Scott]

Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love

Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)

Lit for your love, baby (Live for your love, straight up)

[Verse 2: Big Sean & Travis Scott]

Ho, we done made it through hell and disaster

My crib done got bigger, my women got badder

You wonderin' how do you get in the game?

I'm wonderin' how do I get to the rafters?

Oh, boy, I'm at it 'til these records gettin' shattered

'Til I'm MJ and Magic, ooh, and she just want the status

So you the man she got, but I'm the man that she been after

She done sent so many naked pics, my phone ain't got no data

I walk off in New York like my name Derek Jeter

Headed home to the D where you know I keep a Gina (Gina)

I'm the good with the evil (Evil), fuck you, nice to meet you

You can't have a peace sign, man, without the middle finger

With the clique when you see us, that's my family to me

That's my family tree, they're my arms, legs, hands, and my feet

And I can't cut them off with even diabetes

Hit the beat and kerosene it, scratch that, I white sheet it

A hundred-dollar fade every single time you see us

Been a king all my life, so I shoulda got a Caesar (Caesar)

Somewhere off in Vegas rollin' dice up at the Caesars

Got me thinkin' back on how I used to roll to Little Caesars

Piece of pizza with Tanisha, now I'm with a boniqua (Boniqua)

She finna blow at that

I got your dream girl, yeah, she actin' like a ho at that

Throw her to me, I'ma throw that back (How much I live, I live for your love)

Top spot, I'm finna go at that (Straight up)

[Chorus: Kanye West & Travis Scott]

Lit for your love, baby, lit for your love (Live for your love)

Lit for your love, baby (Straight up)

[Verse 3: Big Sean & Kanye West]

Ho, you gotta move quick

World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip

I don't like loose pussy or loose lips

And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit

Ho, and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top-five list

I ain't satisfied until I'm on that all-time list

'Til everything I spit is all timeless

My girl on that all-fine list

My life a little luck, a lot of grind, bitch

No "maybe," ho, I gotta make it, been one

Fuck your nomination, man, fuck the world

I'm repopulatin'

Wrap my Rollie 'round her waist, yeah, time's a-wastin'

Niggas want the comma-comma-combination

Long as I'm around, it's gon' be dot-dot-dot, a lot of waitin'

Got my pinky on her brain while I'm gettin' brain, plottin' world domination

People ask me how to make it

I'm just like, "Man, if you want the crown, bitch, you gotta take it"

Straight up

[Outro: Travis Scott]

Straight up