100 lyrics for "(Blame it on)"

I said I never gave a fuck. I'll be the first one to let you know again. Things will never change unless this world comes to an end. I'm sick and Twisted and you're the one to blame. Sex drugs and violence go hand in Hand with fame. So who wants to be my
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Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on on the set with hundreds to bet But I still
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And now that you're gone I feel I'm to blame blame yeah I feel I'm to blame blame I just wish that you spoke up and held out your hand I waited for you but you never came, no you never came I was waiting for you man, right down there by the sea Where we used to
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I blame blame it on on your love I blame blame it on on your love, I do Every time I fuck it it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame blame it on on your love, yeah Every time you get too close I run, I run away And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say
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Don't blame blame it on on me So blame blame it on on the night Blame Blame it on on the night Can't be sleepin' Keep on on wakin' Is that the woman next to me? Guilt is burning Inside I'm hurting This ain't a feeling I can't keep
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Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam I just wanted you to know 'Ey what a bam bam I don't blame blame you much for wanting to be free I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start Man I can understand how it it might be Kinda hard to love a girl
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(Blame Blame it on on) That's damn rock and roll (Rock and roll) Oh oh oh oh oh It It ain't a needle in a vein It It ain't backstage sex It It ain't lines of cocaine on on a private jet, It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on on following you around It It ain't long hair,
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Blame Blame it on on my A-D-D baby Sail, sail, sail Sail, sail, This is how I show my love I made it it in my mind because This is how an angel dies Blame Blame it on on my own sick pride
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Is the heart of a lonely girl. She won’t be the one to blame blame It’s a shame, it’s a shame Oh the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world The heart of a lonely girl. Yeah the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world Twenty seven days I’ve been out on on the
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