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Bad day with my
Negativity on my is ridiculous
No more shine up on the Tech N9ne
talkin' bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
sayin' that I switched
They can tell I was by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, know his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there for Frizz and Picasso?
yeah, come on down
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we gotta get liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on nigga
I ain't it in eons
This 'bout to be than Freon
Got another call my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and was on models
All of my niggas ready for
When I woke, all I remembered is
I can try and tell you in the next
But I really know what happened

Mayday]
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The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur, blur, blur
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2: Tech N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my
Looked in the mirror, fucked up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed my nigga Yukmouth
I I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' with 'em, of Patrn, I don't do this
KC Teas, suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butt
She was trippin' another beautiful widow cut
In front of her talkin' to me and I said, "Oh, fuck!"
Everybody keep (Becka Joy)
But I don't remember seein' (Becka Joy)
But I if you really wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a house of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and each other
And eating each other, and me brothas
My publicist almost a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fist
But he her out, instead
She outta line, nigga somethin' shoulda been
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a

[Tech
Scenario, what
That nigga keep laughin', he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little cocky and called me a and I flipped out
that her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I hit women, it was not me, I don't do stuff
downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
Then I saw bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, (damn)
Now there's a loose

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, like hell
I don't feel myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way before in so
It's just a

(Voice of a girl)

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The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's a blur, blur, blur
The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole just a blur