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(BOOK 3) Chapter 20 - Hail Mary, Forgive me, Blood for Blood, hearts beating.

Whose fault?

Let's play the blame game, I love you, more

Let's play the blame game for sure

Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more

Let's call her names, names, for sure

I'll call you bitch for short

As a last resort, and a 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 her names, names, I hate you, more

Let's call her 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 and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self

Till about two a.m. and I call back and I hang up and I start to blame myself

Somebody help

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

And 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 are have a good time

Cause I definitely be having mine

And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional

Every time I hear bout other niggas is strokin' you

Lying, 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

One 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 the lie