conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Blame Game with the following description: This entire song can be taken two different ways: One, Kanye is talking about his relationship with fame (pretty easy to see metaphor-wise). Two, he’s talking about a specific girl in his life.
  Also seems easy to see (almost too easy, which is why a lot of people believe it to only be about fame), but the last lines of the song before Chris Rock comes in tells us that ‘Ye could be talking about a real person, and Chris Rock is sketching a real conversation 'Ye heard on the phone (titled “The Best Birthday”).
  This song is especially interesting in its duality of being quite depressing, and having a hilarious outro (your mileage may vary, though). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by DJ Frank E, Kanye West & Mike Dean]
  [Intro: Kanye West]
  Whose fault?
  [Chorus: John Legend]
  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
  [Bridge: John Legend]
  I'll call you bitch for short
  As a last resort and my first resort
  You call me motherfucker for long
  At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
  [Chorus: John Legend]
  But I love to 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
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  On the bathroom wall I wrote
  "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 and harvesting the feelings
  Yo, I'd rather be by my fuckin' self
  'Til about 2 a.m. and I call back
  And I hang up and I start to blame myself
  Somebody help [Chorus: John Legend]
  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
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  You weren't perfect, but you made life worth it
  Stick around, some real feelings might surface
  Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom
  Grippin' you up, fuckin' and chokin' you
  What the hell was I supposed to do?
  I know you ain't gettin' this type of dick from that local dude
  And if you are, I hope you have a good time
  'Cause I definitely be havin' mine
  And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional
  Every time I hear about other niggas is strokin' you
  Lie and say I hit you, he sittin' there consoling you
  Runnin' my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
  You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you
  Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you
  1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you
  I'm callin' your brother's phone, like, what was I supposed to do?
  Even though I knew he never told the truth
  He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to
  At a certain point, I had to stop asking questions
  Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers
  I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl
  You gettin' blackmailed for that white girl
  You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl
  You'll probably find one of them 'I like art'-type girls"
  "All of the lights," she was caught in the hype, girl
  And I was satisfied bein' in love with a lie
  Now who to blame? You to blame?
  Me to blame? For the pain
  And it poured every time when it rained [Chorus: John Legend]
  Let's play the blame game, I love you more
  Let's play the blame game for sure
  [Interlude: Kanye West]
  Things used to be, now they not
  Anything but us is who we are
  Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
  We've become public enemies
  We walk away like strangers in the street
  Gone for eternity
  We erased one another
  So far from where we came
  With so much of everything
  How do we leave with nothing?
  Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
  Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
  Chloe Mitchell
  [Chorus: Kanye West]
  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
  [Bridge: Kanye West]
  I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
  I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
  I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
  I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much [Outro: Kanye West]
  And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
  And when the phone called, it just ring and ring
  You ain't pick up, but your phone accidentally called me back
  And I heard the whole thing
  I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
  ["The Best Birthday": Chris Rock & 
  Salma Kenas
  ]
  Oh my God
  Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfuckin' level
  Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this
  Goddamn, goddamn
  Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga?
  (
  Yeezy taught me
  )
  You never used to talk dirty, but now you goddamn disgusting
  My, my God, where'd you learn that?
  (
  Yeezy taught me
  )
  Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass-naked
  With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on
  Who taught you how to put some motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on?
  (
  Yeezy taught me
  )
  Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level
  This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now, shit
  You done went all porno on a nigga, okay?
  And I-I-I-I, I love it, and I thank you
  I thank you, my dick thanks you
  How'd you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up?
  (
  Yeezy taught me
  )
  I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before
  I was in there like, "Oh shit, I never been here before
  I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"
  It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit
  What the fuck happened?
  Who, who the fuck got your pussy all reupholstered?
  (
  Yeezy reupholstered my pussy
  )
  You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
  And when I see that nigga, I'ma thank him
  I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker
  I'ma shoot a bootlegger
  That's how good I feel about this nigga
  Ah
  I still can't believe you got me this watch
  This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted
  With the bezel? This is the motherfucker I wanted
  I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in 
  The Source
  I 'member, Twista had this motherfucker on in 
  The Source
  That's right, that's right
  Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this the best birthday ever
  Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this?
  (
  Yeezy taught me
  )
  Yeezy taught you well
  Yeezy taught you well