Blur

(专辑： Klusterfuk - 2012)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Bad day with my bitches
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Moonshine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talking 'bout I'm the sickness
Coming at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feeling restricted
Fans saying I switched
They can tell I was hurt by looking at my Twit pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's 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 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down
Nigga, I ain't kicked it in eons
'Bout to be cooler than Freon
Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into KC saying 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 crashing
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 sleeping 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 taking shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talking to the chick with ghetto butts
She was tripping when another beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was talking, I said "Oh, fuck! "
Everybody keep saying
But I don't remember even seeing
But I heard if you really wanna please
Put one, two, and maybe three
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancing
And some losing their pants, romancing each other
And eating each other, and beating these brotha's
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking fist
But he kicked her out, instead
She got a loud mouth
Some should've 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 laughing, cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not joking
Said she's made up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1″, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I flipped out
Said 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
I came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose screw

[Mayday:]
The night was going perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feeling 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