Seven - Blame Yourself lyrics

[Verse 1: XV] What got in her is all them girls that got in her Ear when she heard that old nerd is newly popular Getting looks of you on facebook, saying "X fine!" This is when Urkel turned into Stefan Unless I'm going crazy And all of these ladies always liked dude I was like Common & Kanye: too shy, dude Now they mad when I move how I move That's how your hoes turn to foes like 2 times 2 See, I knew it would happen with the rappin And they lacking and they cashing The kid in band cla** has got em on the band wagon Blast from the past, chicks in cla**, I was pa**ing Notes to, they checkmark the box they said no to I'm a new man like Randy, you can't stand your old dude And when I ask about him you say "me and him are so through!" All of the time I gave you all of my time Now I got none to give and I'm all on your mind.. [Hook: GLC] x2 Now it's up to you to say that you were wrong When I knew all along you'd call my phone And shawty (You can only blame yourself) When you just hear the tone Don't leave a message and just leave me alone [Verse 2: Emilio Rojas] Remember when you left me? You're right for me now I couldn't get the time of day Now you want nights at a time, right But a threesome what I like right now Life a b**h and karma's a b**h, I'm dyking it out Like mama mama mama, you could be the one Really I ain't f-ckin with you, you should be a nun If you want a reason from me, I would say because I told you because, no love cause I'm over you Over you, I roll with a chosen few No one was as cold as you Your heart is like some frozen food When I would go to school I would get ignored You toy with my emotions like pieces on a board I'm Jordan in this sport, in at every turn Before the kid was panic, it was never concern Not a phsycician in a clinic asking “when you gon learn?” Just tell that b**h, it isn't pimpin if you never been burned [Hook] [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] She heard me screamin Joined back on the team then Started loving me more The art of winning that war These women don't love these artists They often take them to stores And hope that they get em the presents With money we made on tour That's cold: but you know, life ain't fair When I needed you most You see, your life wasn't there When I leave here and coast Now the phone rings bells Looking at it while we blow L's and press decline I'm fine on all that Got too much on my mind, it's time to fall back Caught up in the grind and you trying to crawl back My heart is in these lines, hope this markers soon be fine I hope these models love wine and these white jacuzzi towels Roll with the winners, Ruth's Chris dinners All good intentions, chasing dreams, like a J O B See me shining, now I'm on a track with GLC