Blareee. - out of all the things i've lost, I miss my mind the most. Blareee. friday = get high, sunday = get crunk, next friday = get drunk. Sounds good to me. Blareee. blushing in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed. Blareee. its that mothafuckin' chronic nukka, thats whats up. Blareee. slayed her science exam, time to bomb the math exam. Blareee. come come summer time, love love hold my hand. Blareee. Stoked for the bonggg tomorrow :) Blareee. So what you rappin about, little boyyy?