Blame
Don't wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know how much it mean to me
And I still can't quite explain it
How I love and how I hate it
Ain't gonna find the energy
Can't deny our chemistry
Cause I know there's no escapin'
All the thoughts I'm entertainin'
If I didn't live in the fast lane
I'd probably give you my last name
Can't have it all
Baby, honestly
Blame it on my ego
Blame it on my pride
Blame it on my time
Too selfish to apologize
Blame it on my ego
Blame me one more time
Pull me close and tell me exactly what's on your mind
And if love don't take us where we're meant to be
Blame it on me
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
Magic replays, this ain't over yet
Gas to the flame, it's safe to say that
You won't be the same when I leave
Wet like a wave on the beach
Taste of the sun and the breeze
Hurts, but you know it's over
Story of the tears on your shoulder, looking back
Remember how we used to be
Then blame it on my ego
Blame it on my pride (blame it on my pride)
Blame it on my time
Too selfish to apologize
Blame it on my ego (oh, blame me)
Blame me one more time (one more time)
Pull me close and tell me exactly what's on your mind
And if love don't take us where we're meant to be (you can blame)
Blame it on me
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it (blame it on me)
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
I'm tryna get them to realize
To realize, understand
To realize
Life is bigger than
It's big
It's big bitch
Bitch it's big
No, it's big
No it's big
I'm, I'm tired
Of seein' these pretty bitches walkin' up down the street, right
They ain't got nothin', nothin'
They got nothin'
Walkin', bitch, why are you walkin'?
Lookin' all pretty and shit
I tried to talk to you, ho
And you don't wanna talk to me
And I got a pocket full of money, a pocket
A bank full of money
And you don't wanna talk to me?
Fuck you, bi—, you ain't nothing but a tramp
You're a tra—, you're a tramp
You're a tramp
You're lookin' for another motherfucker that's a tramp like you
Fuck that, bitch
You need to think big
See, that's the, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, the thing is this, no, the thing is this
Bitch, you thinkin' small
We you need to be thinkin'
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch
Think big, bitch
But you know how much it mean to me
And I still can't quite explain it
How I love and how I hate it
Ain't gonna find the energy
Can't deny our chemistry
Cause I know there's no escapin'
All the thoughts I'm entertainin'
If I didn't live in the fast lane
I'd probably give you my last name
Can't have it all
Baby, honestly
Blame it on my ego
Blame it on my pride
Blame it on my time
Too selfish to apologize
Blame it on my ego
Blame me one more time
Pull me close and tell me exactly what's on your mind
And if love don't take us where we're meant to be
Blame it on me
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
Magic replays, this ain't over yet
Gas to the flame, it's safe to say that
You won't be the same when I leave
Wet like a wave on the beach
Taste of the sun and the breeze
Hurts, but you know it's over
Story of the tears on your shoulder, looking back
Remember how we used to be
Then blame it on my ego
Blame it on my pride (blame it on my pride)
Blame it on my time
Too selfish to apologize
Blame it on my ego (oh, blame me)
Blame me one more time (one more time)
Pull me close and tell me exactly what's on your mind
And if love don't take us where we're meant to be (you can blame)
Blame it on me
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it (blame it on me)
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
Won't you blame it
I'm tryna get them to realize
To realize, understand
To realize
Life is bigger than
It's big
It's big bitch
Bitch it's big
No, it's big
No it's big
I'm, I'm tired
Of seein' these pretty bitches walkin' up down the street, right
They ain't got nothin', nothin'
They got nothin'
Walkin', bitch, why are you walkin'?
Lookin' all pretty and shit
I tried to talk to you, ho
And you don't wanna talk to me
And I got a pocket full of money, a pocket
A bank full of money
And you don't wanna talk to me?
Fuck you, bi—, you ain't nothing but a tramp
You're a tra—, you're a tramp
You're a tramp
You're lookin' for another motherfucker that's a tramp like you
Fuck that, bitch
You need to think big
See, that's the, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, the thing is this, no, the thing is this
Bitch, you thinkin' small
We you need to be thinkin'
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch
Think big, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Jamil M. Pierre, David Debrandon Brown, Jeffrey Gitelman, David Wade, Mikky Ekko, Jaten Dimsdale, Kevin Leslie Theodore
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