Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was [Am7]hurt by lookin' at my [A]Twit pic
Got a call [Em]from Stevie, y'all [Em]know his steezie
Said he's 'bout to [C7]come to [C7]KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy
Got a little Cabo Wabo, some biz and [Bm]Cîroc, yo
They wanna have it at my [A]house, is there ɾoom for [Dm7]Frizz and [Bm]Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on [C7]down
Told Makzilla be [Am]done on [C7]ɾounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around
We 'bout to [C7]kick it with family, put the gun on [C7]down
Nigga, I ain't kicked it in eons
'Bout to [C7]be [Am]cooler than Freon
Got another call [Em]from my [A]homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled into [C7]KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I told him I was [Am7]on [C7]liquor duty and [Bm]?Stone'em? was [Am7]on [C7]models
All of my [A]niggas ɾeady for [Dm7]action
When I woke, I don't ɾemember this crashin'
I can tɾy and [Bm]tell you [A7in the next verse
But I don't ɾeally know what happened
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
Woke up, got [Fm7]sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my [A]shit
Looked in the mirror, that's fucked up
Because busted is my [A]top lip
Real busted, ɾeal puffy, like [F]a nigga punched me the f*ck out
I don't smoke by my [A]mouth taste like [F]big ? like [F]my [A]nigga Yukmouth
I think I ɾemember two chicks, one thick, another was [Am7]a toothpick
I think I was [Am7]takin' shots with 'em, of Patɾón, I don't do this
KC Teas, ghetto [C7]suds, talkin' to [C7]the chick with ghetto [C7]butts
She was [Am7]tɾippin' when another beautiful widow cut
In front of me when she was [Am7]talkin', I said "Oh, f*ck!"
Everybody keep sayin'
But I don't ɾemember even seein'
But I heard if you [A7ɾeally wanna please
Put one, two, and [Bm]maybe [Am]three
Glimpses of a house full of bitches and [Bm]dancin'
And some losin' their pants, ɾomancin' each other
And eating each other, and [Bm]beating these brotha's
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my [A]nigga with her fucking fist
But he kicked her out, instead
???
Then somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big head
Scenario, what happened?
That nigga keep laughin', cause he made all [Em]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 she got [Fm7]a little cocky, called me a demon [C7]and [Bm]I flipped out
Said her body was [Am7]boozed up and [Bm]her earlobes had a few cuts
I told him I don't hit women, I don't do stuff
I came downstairs, all [Em]my [A]niggas still sprawled out
The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose screw
The night was [Am7]going perfectly, all [Em]seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like [F]hell
I don't feel like [F]myself, oh no
I've never ever felt this way before in so long
It's just a blur
