13 lyrics for "I can't blame love"
Yes I'm your blessing ma Mama I know I know Sometimes I act crazy but I'm still your baby The projects made me like this you can't blame me Mama I'm still your baby but the streets corrupt me I'm sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with
PlayI try my best to behave And I can't help feelin' this way And is it some kind of fiction? Or the sweetest addiction? So what if I'm crazy 'Cause love makes me do it It's not my fault so don't blame me 'Cause love makes me I tear the shrink wrap off
PlayClose to you No you don't need my protection But I'm in love, can't blame me for checking I love in your direction, hoping that the message goes Somewhere close to you Like so close if they heard you, you wouldn't find out Nothing but a tear, that's all
PlayI blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it 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
PlayI can't love you this much Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more Let's call out names, names, for sure Let's play the blame game, I love you, more (Yeezy taught me) I'll call you bitch for sure (Yeezy thought
PlayI'm bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can't blame me for tryin' You know I'd be lyin' sayin' You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin' at my history Each time the feeling fades I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe Look, I don't mean
PlayThat you should care for me 'S wonderful, 's marvelous 'S what I love to see 'S awful nice, 's paradise You've made my life so glamorous You can't blame me for feeling amorous Oh, 's wonderful, 's marvelous You should care for me 'S awfully nice, 's
PlayI can't blame you for leaving me I took more from you than I could give away You can't blame me for turning face Because everything became so bloody, bloody I hate to love you 'Cause I'm so bloody, bloody, bloody I'm staring at the photographs That used
PlayWhy can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your
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