Yeah
Wake up on the couch
She up makin' coffee in my T-shirt, playin' house
Yeah, say she gotta bounce
Check up on my phone and that's when shit start goin' south
What's this all about?
Now it's come to my attention there's some shit she never mentioned
Like when she pretended she don't got a man
Now he callin' me from no ID again
Leavin' messages, and yeah, I understand but
Don't blame it on me
I did nothin' to you, don't get trigger happy, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
I thought that she was single 'cause that's what she told me, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
It's not my fault your girl is actin' hella crazy, yeah
Don't blame it on me
'Cause I'm not that type of dude, I don't wanna fight with you
Look at the facts, she wasn't a match, we met at a mansion
You need to relax, she came up to me, she wanted attention
I took her outside, she talk about exes, summers in Hamptons
We talk about everything, dog, believe me, you was not mentioned, yeah
She said that she heard of my name (name)
She wanted a taste of the fame (fame)
She made me eggs in the morning (morning)
Props to you 'cause she a fling
I think that I did you a favor, though
I heard she f*ckin' with Grady, though
And I know that you'll still be mad
When you hear this shit up on the radio
Don't blame it on me
I did nothin' to you, don't get trigger happy, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
I thought that she was single 'cause that's what she told me, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
It's not my fault your girl is actin' hella crazy, yeah
Don't blame it on me
'Cause I'm not that type of dude, I don't wanna fight with you
Blame It On Me Video (MV)
Performed By: Bryce Vine
Length: 2:11
Written by: Aaron Zuckerman, Bryce Ross-Johnson, Gradon Lee, Sapphire Adizes
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Yeah
Wake up on the couch
She up makin' coffee in my T-shirt, playin' house
Yeah, say she gotta bounce
Check up on my phone and that's when shit start goin' south
What's this all about?
Now it's come to my attention there's some shit she never mentioned
Like when she pretended she don't got a man
Now he callin' me from no ID again
Leavin' messages, and yeah, I understand but
Don't blame it on me
I did nothin' to you, don't get trigger happy, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
I thought that she was single 'cause that's what she told me, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
It's not my fault your girl is actin' hella crazy, yeah
Don't blame it on me
'Cause I'm not that type of dude, I don't wanna fight with you
Look at the facts, she wasn't a match, we met at a mansion
You need to relax, she came up to me, she wanted attention
I took her outside, she talk about exes, summers in Hamptons
We talk about everything, dog, believe me, you was not mentioned, yeah
She said that she heard of my name (name)
She wanted a taste of the fame (fame)
She made me eggs in the morning (morning)
Props to you 'cause she a fling
I think that I did you a favor, though
I heard she f*ckin' with Grady, though
And I know that you'll still be mad
When you hear this shit up on the radio
Don't blame it on me
I did nothin' to you, don't get trigger happy, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
I thought that she was single 'cause that's what she told me, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
It's not my fault your girl is actin' hella crazy, yeah
Don't blame it on me
'Cause I'm not that type of dude, I don't wanna fight with you
Wake up on the couch
She up makin' coffee in my T-shirt, playin' house
Yeah, say she gotta bounce
Check up on my phone and that's when shit start goin' south
What's this all about?
Now it's come to my attention there's some shit she never mentioned
Like when she pretended she don't got a man
Now he callin' me from no ID again
Leavin' messages, and yeah, I understand but
Don't blame it on me
I did nothin' to you, don't get trigger happy, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
I thought that she was single 'cause that's what she told me, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
It's not my fault your girl is actin' hella crazy, yeah
Don't blame it on me
'Cause I'm not that type of dude, I don't wanna fight with you
Look at the facts, she wasn't a match, we met at a mansion
You need to relax, she came up to me, she wanted attention
I took her outside, she talk about exes, summers in Hamptons
We talk about everything, dog, believe me, you was not mentioned, yeah
She said that she heard of my name (name)
She wanted a taste of the fame (fame)
She made me eggs in the morning (morning)
Props to you 'cause she a fling
I think that I did you a favor, though
I heard she f*ckin' with Grady, though
And I know that you'll still be mad
When you hear this shit up on the radio
Don't blame it on me
I did nothin' to you, don't get trigger happy, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
I thought that she was single 'cause that's what she told me, yeah, yeah
Don't blame it on me
It's not my fault your girl is actin' hella crazy, yeah
Don't blame it on me
'Cause I'm not that type of dude, I don't wanna fight with you
Writer: Aaron Zuckerman, Bryce Ross-Johnson, Gradon Lee, Sapphire Adizes
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.