Story Behind The Song
Looking to place this song with an artist or boy or girl band or for film use.
Song Description
A girl telling a guy to sort himself out cos he ain't "all that" and at the end of the day he only has himself to blame
Song Length |
1:07 |
Genre |
R & B - Contemporary, Pop - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Fools |
Similar Artists |
En Vogue, Timbaland |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
All you have is yourself to blame
You think you look good
Sure you think you’re “Mr Passion”
You think your hot stuff
Dressing in the latest fashions
You drive a fancy car
But your gaslight’s always blinking
You got the latest phone
You haven’t noticed no-one’s ringing
Say you have the keys
To a roof top penthouse
So tell me why I see you sleeping at your mother’s house
Just like your smile your life is fake
It has no real meaning
Deep down you know
All you have is yourself to blame
When you’re all alone in the middle of the night staring at the phone
And no one calls ya
All you have is yourself to blame
Think you got a plan but you’re just a boy ….. Not a man
All you have is yourself to blame
Gotta start being true, to the man in the mirror, staring back at who,
Must be you
All you have is yourself to blame
The game you play better stop!
Ad libs including
So tell me are you hearing me
Can I have another verse
You hang around the bar
No-one’s ever seen you buying
You say that you’re a millionaire
Everybody knows you’re lying
You may be iced out
But your refrigerator’s empty
You say you got it all
Quality’s worth more than plenty
You say your job
Got you working through to Sunday
So tell me why I saw you signing on on Monday
Just like your smile your life is fake
It has no real meaning
And deep down you all know
Chorus
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Driving round in your fancy car
So tell me what it’s gonna be
That ain’t gone get ya very far
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Mr Big chocking on that cheap cigar
So tell me what it’s gonna be
It don’t suit you acting like no super star
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Run along with your “sorry no credit on it” platinum card
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Can’t deny, living a lie that must be hard
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Just try being truthful to yourself
So tell me what it’s gonna be
Chorus