[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