Blur Lyrics

Bad day with my bitches Negativity on my phone is ridiculous No more shine up on the real Tech N9ne They talkin' bad on the sickness Comin' at a nigga 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 Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a little 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 that we done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round 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, all I remembered is 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 butt She was trippin' when another beautiful widow cut In front of her talkin' to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!" Everybody keep sayin' (Becka Joy) But I don't remember even seein' (Becka Joy) [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/blur-lyrics-tech-n9ne.html ] But I heard if you really wanna please (Becka Joy) Put one, two, maybe three in (Becka Joy) Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin' And some losin' they pants and romancin' each other And eating each other, and beating me brothas My publicist almost stuck a bitch Cause she punched my nigga with her fuckin' fist But he kicked her out, instead She outta line, nigga 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 was made up with hips, '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 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 Caribou Lou, (damn) 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