Blame The Ex

I had a thing for you I admit it It wasn't head over heels Wasn't looking for rings for you I admit it It was still real to me Enough to say I would change for you I admit it Maybe one day, if we had stayed But we ain't make it past the limit Could've blamed All my exes Past tense messing with my present If it wasn't love it was a lesson Demons in my life I thought were blessings Curse me out F*ck me up Do me in Say I deserve it Even after all the hard times still think my time with you was more than worth it Your homegirls talk down on you, they are not lying but you don't deserve it I see you for your potential Not for circumstances that are standing current Yea Yea You better than that You working it up You reading at home and learning your stuff You modeling for niggas I know, it's hard but I let you do what you want We link up on a Saturday when normally I would be out at the club Turnt up Yea yea Turnt up Yea yea Turnt up Turnt up Turnt up Yea yea I would rather be in the crib with you Would rather cook out the fridge with you Would rather find something to binge with you I'd always choose you Yea I had a thing for you I admit it I was single then but never quite alone I admit it I was tryna juggle numbers in my phone I admit it But I hate to text and normally get disappointed by sex And normally Could've blamed All my exes Past tense messing with my present If it wasn't love it was a lesson Demons in my life I thought were blessings Should apologize, I used you I used you I never planned to choose you Wasn't over her at all, I used you Blame me, blame me, blame me Gotta tell it to myself You ain't fucking with me now and the only one to blame is myself Had you thinking you were mine whole time I was plotting on someone else Someone I said I was over Cappin to you like a soldier Feeding you a little faith cause I liked you and wanted to hold you over Saw you at the bnb it was too deep, act like I ain't know ya Didn't wanna get caught up Had you outside in Westwood hoping that nobody saw us Blame me, blame me, blame me Hate to say I'm just a man cause my momma raised me to be more than that Raised me to never cheat, never sleep and creep, never be a whore in fact I be using not cheating as the definition of me being good to you Really that's the bare minimum Not me and Yogi being synonyms Putting money in your possession so you forget the shit I did to ya During arguments I'm innocent but thinking back on it I'm criminal Blame me, blame me, blame me It's quite okay I'll let you have your way I'm finished with the selfish state