The Blame Game (feat. Dr. Brene Brown & Kevin Burns)

Look, I blame you and you blame me

See, you never change, and now it's changing me

I like to play these games, but you ain't playing me

I call you out your name, but you ain't naming me

Huh, double standards

Get out my face, I need my space, and I ain't talking planets

Why you can't see my vantage

Why you gotta be so candid

Swear you really need manners

Why you gotta be so damaged

Talk about feast or famine

Uh

Yeah, you a savage, huh?

You've got a tatted, huh?

Yeah, you the baddest one

Yeah, you the maddest one

But I see right through you

All I see is evil

I see the speck in your eyes, but I'm blind to mine

If God can change you, then I'll be mighty fine

I'll get right in line, uh,

To tell the truth, I'd do the same

Reject responsibility and play the blame game

Blame is simply this discharging of discomfort and pain

It has an inverse relationship with accountability

Accountability, by definition, is a vulnerable process

Blaming is simply a way that we discharge anger

And blaming's very corrosive in relationships

And it's one of the reasons we miss our opportunities for empathy

Because when something happens, we're not really listening

Making the connections as quickly as we can about whose fault something was

See, God's not like us

He took the blame for real

He took our pain for real

He took our shame for real

Yeah

We cursed His name for real

See He was slained for real

Blood was drained for real

I'm like, dang, for real

How can a just God love on sinners who got stains for real

I'm talking lame for real

And give a lame appeal

That I am it, innocent, pay my 10 percent

But what in the world did I gain for real

Uh

Should've been shame and all

But He took the blame and all

The great exchange and all

I was sin sick, He was sinless / Not the same at all

But He became sin so He could take the fall

Uh

So we'd be mighty fine

We need to get in line

To tell the truth, man, we should do the same

Be accountable and quit the blame game

Quit the blame game

We sneer when they stumble

Immune to our own bones crumbling under our own blunders

No wonder we all asunder

Worshipping the fault on our own stars instead of the one who put the sun above us

Melodies rain from heaven, reminders we're all uncovered

No matter how beautiful we think our leaves are

The fabric of our garments is woven in grace

Similar fates should have tears cascading down our face

But pride escapes

Like dew from heaven's gates

Its lies sound like choruses from the son of Geppetto

But give this ballad beautiful like birds outside of your window

Or the prism of a sorrowful heart

Whose arc's arc loves before and after the arc

Even after our false start

So where does that leave us, dearly departed lovers

If no one is willing to cover the fault of another

I suppose we get smothered in the smog of the flaws of you and I