I got nobody to blame but me And I got nobody to blame but me I know right where I went wrong I know just what got her gone Turned my life into this country song She took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half

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

I'm telling you, I'm bulletproof Believe me, I'm bulletproof You make me so bulletproof And now I'm too far gone I'm too far gone You're trying to blame me But I'm not breaking I need a way to separate yeah Now that you want it

Smoking on this weed, this is all I need I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, I get lifted, everyday I get lifted, I get lifted, hey I'm just soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees I blame it on you, you

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

It's late - It's late - It's late But not too late You say you love me And I hardly know your name And if I say I love you in the candle light There's no-one but myself to blame But there's something inside That's turning my mind away Woh - how I could

Walking the blues Man slow down We'll get there take your time don't walk so fast Stay on your roller I don't blame people Saying "rocking the blues" 'Cause man this is it Now I think I'll relax That's the way to relax

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

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing

Don’t pin it all on me Fall upon your knees saying "This is my body and soul here" Fall and begging, pleading Oh blame, blame, blame (I got you, I got you) There’s no room for you here "You’ve got the power and control" You go sleep with the fishes Wrap