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    [verse 1: tech n9ne]
    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 hurt by lookin' at my twit pic
    Got a call from stevie, y'all know his steezie
    Said he's 'bout to come to kc, wanna have a get together, that's easy
    Got a little cabo wabo, some biz and cîroc, 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
    '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, i don't remember this 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 by 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 these brotha's
    My publicist almost stuck a bitch
    Cause she punched my nigga with her fucking fist
    But he kicked her out, instead
    ???
    Then somehow when i touched her
    My lip hit her big head

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    [hook]

    [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'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

    [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 looking for her purse)

    [hook]

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    Composición: Tech N9ne, Makzilla, Wrekonize y Bernbiz

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