Tech N9ne, Wrekonize - Blur lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tech N9ne, Wrekonize - Blur lyrics]
Bad day with my bitches
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on TheRealTechN9ne
They talkin' 'bout me on the Sickness
Comin' at a nigga 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 beers and Cîroc
Yo they wanna have it at my house
Is there room for Frizz and P-caso?
Hell yeah, come on down
Told Makzilla to 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
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
Weed 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 her talking to me
And then 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
And romancin' each other
And eating each other
And beating the brotha's
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga
With her fucking fist
But he kicked her out, instead
She got a lie nigga something
Should have been said
Then somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big head
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, It was not me
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
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
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on TheRealTechN9ne
They talkin' 'bout me on the Sickness
Comin' at a nigga 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 beers and Cîroc
Yo they wanna have it at my house
Is there room for Frizz and P-caso?
Hell yeah, come on down
Told Makzilla to 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
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
Weed 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 her talking to me
And then 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
And romancin' each other
And eating each other
And beating the brotha's
My publicist almost stuck a bitch
Cause she punched my nigga
With her fucking fist
But he kicked her out, instead
She got a lie nigga something
Should have been said
Then somehow when I touched her
My lip hit her big head
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, It was not me
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
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