Blur Lyrics - Klusterfuk - Tech N9ne

Bad day with my bitch 

Negativity on my phone is ridiculous 

No more shine up on the real Tech N9ne 

They talkin' 'bout I'm 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 Makzilla 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 

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 nem 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 ... 

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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 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?? 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 me when she was talkin', I said "Oh, fuck!" 

Everybody keep sayin' 

But I don't remember even seein' 

But I heard if you really wanna please 

Put one, two, and maybe three 

Glimpses of a house full of bitches and dancin' 

And some losin' their pants, romancin' each other 

And eating each other, and beating me brotha's 

My publicist almost stuck a bitch 

Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking fist 

But he kicked her out, instead she gotta line nigga some shit have been said 

Then somehow when my??? 

My lip hit her big head 

Photos 

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 

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 she got a little cocky, called me a demon and I flipped out 

Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts 

I told him I don't hit women, I don't do stuff 

I came downstairs, all my niggas still sprawled out 

The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose screw 

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) 

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