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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Bad day with my b!tch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkinâ âbout Iâm the sickness
Cominâ at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, Iâm sick of feelinâ restricted
Fans sayinâ I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookinâ at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, yâall know his steezie
Said heâs âbout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, thatâs easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on down
Told ?Mackazilla? be done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around
We âbout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ainât kicked it in eons
âBout to be cooler than Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayinâ heâs double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and ?Stoneâem? was on models
All of my niggas ready for action
When I woke, I donât remember this crashinâ
I can try and tell you in the next verse
But I donât really know what happenedâ¦
[Hook: Mayday]
Itâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur, blur, blur
Itâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ainât nobody sleepinâ in my shit
Looked in the mirror, thatâs f-cked up
Because busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the f-ck out
I donât smoke by my mouth taste like big ?? like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takinâ shots with âem, of Patrón, I donât do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkinâ to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippinâ when another beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was talkinâ, I said âOh, f-ck!â
Everybody keep sayinâ
But I donât remember even seeinâ
But I heard if you really wanna please
Put one, two, and maybe three
Glimpses of a house full of b!tches and dancinâ
And some losinâ their pants, romancinâ each other
And eating each other, and beating these brothaâs
My publicist almost stuck a b!tch
Cause she punched my nigga with her
But he kicked her out, ???
Then somehow when my ???
My lip hit her big head
[Hook:]
Itâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur, blur, blur
Itâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur
[Tech N9ne]
Scenario, what happened?
That nigga keep laughinâ, cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is f-cked, Iâm not jokinâ
Said sheâs made up with hips out, she âbout 5â1â³, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I flipped out
Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I donât hit women, I donât do stuff
I came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now thereâs a loose screw
[Mayday]
The night was going perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelinâ like hell
I donât feel like myself, oh no
Iâve never ever felt this way before in so long
Itâs just a blur
(Voice recording of a girl)
[Hook: MAYDAY]
Itâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur, blur, blur
Itâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thingâs just a blur
- Album:
- The Storm
- Hood Go Crazy (Single)
- Special Effects
- Strangeulation Vol. II
- Strangeulation
- Something Else
- Therapy: Sessions With Ross Robinson (EP)
- Klusterfuk (EP)
- E.B.A.H. (EP)
- Boiling Point (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Welcome To Strangeland
- The Gates Mixed Plate
- K.O.D.
- Killer
- Sickology 101
- Calm Before The Storm
- Celcius
- Absolute Power
- Bad Season (Mixtape)