Slit my wrists, take away the pain Slit my throat, everyone's to blame Lost in the fields of confusion Restless nights, they're not far away I came here for something and I'm not turning back A calm piece of mind but you still hold my keys Keeping my

Blame it on the drank, baby Pardon my behavior I'll apologize later Say sorry later Blame it on the drank, drank, drank Said if you leave with me tonight I won't judge you, no, no You know who you dealing with You know who you down (work)

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender

Or the life to come If you call my name I will run whether or not it's tonight Just dropkick the shame I told you that I'd be the one Let go of the blame Have a little faith in me, girl Call my name Let go of the blame (let go of the blame)

Everything stops where the pavement ends. You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio. Find a lighter, live a little high. Take it all in, let the good times roll. And on a clear night, Who needs the headlights? Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight.

Don't blame it on me So blame it on the night Blame it on the night Can't be sleepin' Keep 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

California's bleeding me (blame it on the weather) Sail me down the river Temper like a trigger Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together) California's bleeding me, and I don't care tonight I'm not the billionaire class I'm from San Lorenzo

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number baby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,