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Bad day my bitches
Negativity on my is ridiculous
No more shine up on the real Tech
They bad on the sickness
Comin' at a nigga so
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my pic
Got a call from Stevie, y'all his steezie
Said he 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a little get together, that's
Got a little Cabo Wabo, biz and Ciroc, yo
wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Picasso?
Hell yeah, come on
Told Mackazilla that we done on rounds, we get more liquor, spread the fun on 'round
We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on nigga
I ain't kicked it in
This 'bout to be than Freon
Got call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion
He just pulled KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles
I him I was on liquor duty and Stone'em was on models
All of my niggas for action
When I woke, all I is crashin'
I can try and tell you in the next
But I don't really know happened

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

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[Tech
Scenario, happened?
That keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent
My lip is fucked, I'm not
she was made up with hips, 'bout 5'1, hell pretty, but Cripped out
Said 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 do stuff
Came downstairs, all my niggas sprawled out
Then I saw empty bottles, the makings of Lou, (damn)
Now there's a screw

The night was going perfectly, all seemed
I up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I feel like myself, oh no
I've never ever felt way before in so long
It's just a

(Voice of a girl)

MAYDAY]
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The thing's just a blur, blur, blur
It's just a blur, blur,
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