bryson tiller
blame
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 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 two 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