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Bad day with my
on my phone is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real N9ne
They talkin' bad on the
Comin' at a so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin'
sayin' that I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna a little get together, that's easy
Got a Cabo Wabo, some biz and Ciroc, yo
They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and
Hell yeah, come on
Told 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
I ain't it in eons
'bout to be cooler than Freon
Got another from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was on liquor and Stone'em was on models
All of my ready for action
I woke, all I remembered is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the verse
But I really know what happened

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

[Verse 2: N9ne]
Woke up, got sick, nobody sleepin' in my shit
Looked in the mirror, that's up
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the out
I don't smoke but my mouth taste like big weed like my Yukmouth
I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a
I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrn, I do this
KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the with ghetto butt
She was when another beautiful widow cut
In front of her to me and then I said, "Oh, fuck!"
keep sayin' (Becka Joy)
But I don't even seein' (Becka Joy)
But I heard if you wanna please (Becka Joy)
Put one, two, three in (Becka Joy)
Glimpses of a full of bitches and dancin'
And some losin' they pants and romancin' each
And eating other, and beating me brothas
My publicist stuck a bitch
Cause she my nigga with her fuckin' fist
But he her out, instead
She line, nigga somethin' shoulda been said
somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big

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

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

The night was perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the dizzy, feelin' 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)

[Hook:
It's just a blur, blur,
The whole thing's just a blur, blur,
It's a blur, blur, blur
The whole thing's just a blur, blur,
The whole just a blur