Blame

Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
 Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
 Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
 Yeah
 Say I didn't love you, you know a nigga loved you
 Did you forget to mention?
 All the things I did for you, times I made a trip
 'Cause I know you hate the distance
 Baby, it's alright (It's alright)
 Go ahead and take your time
 But you gotta make your mind
 Make your mind up, ooh
 Girl, it's on you to tell me what you wanna do
 Ayy
 Tell me no, tell me somethin', tell me, is it someone
 See you playin' with pronto, must know somethin' I don't, uh
 Can't keep explainin' myself, feels like I'm drainin' myself
 I guess there's no one to blame but myself
 Got a big Henny cup, I'll drink it with help
 I'm taintin' myself, I'm ashamed of myself
 I've been praying for myself like you used to
 Embracin' myself, like you do too
 I know things is different, your name is different
 And as strange as it is, I'm okay with this
 And I can't say it different, never even met him
 Can't hate the nigga, although I hate the feelin'
 I gotta
 Although I hate the feelin', I gotta face the feelin'
 I gotta feel that shit
 Bury the feelin', kill that shit
 The only way to heal that shit, you know
 They won't hear a nigga talk that shit
 As trill as this, as real as this
 I'm feelin' like I still got this
 I give you more or somethin', until that's it
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:07
Key
11
Tempo
115 BPM

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