Tech N9ne Blur текст песни, слова песни Blur Tech N9ne & Wreckonize (¡Mayday!)
Tech N9ne - Blur
feat. Wreckonize (¡Mayday!)
Bad day with my bitches
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin bout on the sickness
Comin' at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin that I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Got a little Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Said he bout to come to KC an wanna have a little get together that's easy
Hell yea come on down, Told Mackzilla liquor, spread the fun around
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ain't kicked it in eons
This bout to be cooler than freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas ready for action
When I woke, I don't remember this crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next verse
But I don't really know what happened...
[Hook: Mayday]
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed like my nigga Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto butts
She was trippin' when another beautiful widow cut
In front of her talkin to me then I said "Oh Fuck! "
Everybody keep sayin
(Baby Joy)
But I don't remember even seein
(Baby Joy)
But I heard if you really wanna please
(Baby Joy)
Put one two maybe three in
(Baby Joy)
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' their pants, romancin' each other
And eating each other, and beating me brothas
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking fist
But he kicked her out, instead
Instead she got a line a niggas
Somethin shoulda been said
Then somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big head
[Hook:]
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur
[Tech N9ne:]
Scenario, what happened?
That nigga keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not jokin'
Said she's made up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1″, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said that she got a little cocky and called me a demon and I flipped out
Said her that her body was bruised up and her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women it was not me I don't do stuff
Came downstairs all my niggas still sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles the makings of Caribu Lou, now there's a loose screw
[Mayday:]
The night was going perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel like myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way before in so long
It's just a blur
[Voice recording of a girl]
[Hook: MAYDAY]
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur
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