i'm to blame

Come on (whoa, whoa, yeah) Rolling down the street bumping something obnoxious Circle 'round the projects 'til she getting nauseous I'm a take her to the room and run her under the faucet Slippery when wet, I wrapped her up in some caution I ain't even see the dentist no more, never quit flossing Probably why she wanna throw it and she never quit tossing I was on the flower young, I'm still trying to blossom I'm just trying to rock out so I can turn to a fossil (yes sir) I'm just here for a good not a long time Are there any thoughts left in my right mind (I don't know) Are there any thots left I ain't hit yet (I don't know) Are there any spots left I ain't itched yet (I don't know) Am I through with piss tests Why they dilute that, that's a mishap (I don't know) Why ya boy still rap when he can't rap (I don't know) When he ask if it's whack, why you still cap (I don't know) Why you feed in to his ego when it's so fat (I don't know) Usually I don't open up but I've been on a roll On the fold like a clothing line, I'm folding clothes Homeless in the middle of December, feeling kind of cold I remember long nights with the open stove (shit) I remember shortcomings that I overcome Remember mixing something up in to a styrofoam (yeah) I remember putting chronic up in to my chromosomes On my way to court bumping something I recorded on I got friends I never see like a summer home (never see 'em) I got places I gotta be but my license gone (gotta beat it) I ain't even ever crash like the drummer gone (yeah) I was sitting on twenty-two, what your Hummer on (come on, come on) I ain't really left the house, that's a bummer, huh Trying to chase a pipe dream like a plumber, huh (why, why, why) You just wanna split, have your fun and run (go ahead) When I make it you gon' look a little dumber, hun (go ahead, well, go ahead) Got a new freak, like to read palms She a nineties baby, grew up watching sitcoms Keep a lighter, baby, looking like a gas bomb Pocket fighter, think she might've worked for Capcom When the shit gets hard, need a scapegoat You ain't never seen poor 'til the bank note come I'm a diabetic, I don't need to sugarcoat Homie did a bid, came home, made a eighth float for him I'm the one to blame I'm the reason that I'm thirty, still up on the same I'm the reason that I still ain't even ever toured Maybe I'm just tripping and I left it all out on the floor I don't know All I know's the bills been due I don't know All I know's the thrills been through I don't know All I know's my time's ticked up I don't know Probably why my rhymes picked up I don't know All's I know, my life got rough I don't know All I know I came out tough I don't know All in all, I got that fight I don't know Through the dark I found that light I don't know Ooh, baby put the blame on me Oh, no, no Baby, put the blame on me Blame on me