Lyrical Breakdown of Blame Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blame Game" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West feat. John Legend weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blame Game" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Kanye West feat. John Legend employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Whose fault? 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 my first resort 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 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 'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang up And I start to blame myself, somebody help 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 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 fixin' to see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear about other nigga's stroking you Lie and 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 motherfucking 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 di- 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