This is a song about "Blame it on shayn"

Then lost my faith again

I believe i am to blame

That you can blame me for

Im seated by the floor

When you took my hand up so calm

Man it goes on and on

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Blame it on "im back" for the fact that we're criminals

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

All the bitches know my name

Being broke is to blame

I really love my miami crew

// [who can really blame you?]