I’d rather argue with you than to be with someone else. I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it and I went and found somebody else. Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings. Yo, I’d rather be by my fucking self ‘til about two a.m. and I call back and I hang up and I start to blame myself, somebody help. Let’s play the blame game, I love you more. Let’s play the blame game for sure. Let’s call out names, names, I hate you more. Let’s call out names, names, for sure…