This is a song about "Blame it on shayn"

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

// [who can really blame you?]

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

And it makes me sick to think that you could blame me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

// [who can really blame you?]

What preceded was the clue

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

And the blame somehow or another,

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Wer all together in this cold world but i cant really blame it.

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Ur body lookin fo someone to blame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame