[00:00.000] 作曲 : James Clay Jones III/Rory William Quigley
[00:00.395][Chorus]
[00:01.168](No, it's no use to pretend)
[00:04.181]We reeled him in like a tacklebox
[00:05.954](Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
[00:09.970]And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)
[00:13.567](No, it's no use to pretend)
[00:16.322]I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox
[00:18.609](Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
[00:22.643]Eight after 10 p.m. (La música de Harry Fraud, we can't—)
[00:23.395]
[00:24.175][Verse 1]
[00:25.179]It's the Bricktionary, my life is a bitch I'm ****in' missionary (My life)
[00:28.948]Thousand caskets of the tech, pocket like a cemetary
[00:32.510]Facin' felony and possessions, no attempt to carry
[00:35.269]Pulled up like the ice cream man, trunk full of Ben & Jerry's (Yeah)
[00:38.782]Two-way, deuce, siete, you know we legendary
[00:41.550]Rep this shit so much they thinkin' I was born in February (But I wasn't)
[00:45.134]Me sellin' dope, gettin' money, shit was hereditary
[00:48.182]Way I felt back when I played the corner like the secondary (Uh)
[00:51.444]With the Chappelle Show mixed with the weekend at the Perrys'
[00:54.519]All my fiends tweakin', look like Tyrone and Ashy Larry
[00:58.064]Roll up the dope, take a few tokes before I ash the cherry
[01:01.073]Your bitch tryna drive the boat, but I prefer she catch the ferry
[01:04.585]It ain't no use in pretendin' you never had to spare me
[01:07.596]Never tried to hear me 'til you heard me on a track with Harry
[01:10.859]Neighbors callin' the hook on me, still in the trap with Terry
[01:13.876]Duckin' Officer Mahoney, Hightower, and Tackleberry, let's get it
[01:15.385]
[01:16.143][Chorus]
[01:18.150](No, it's no use to pretend)
[01:21.416]We reeled him in like a tacklebox
[01:23.173](Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
[01:27.438]And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)
[01:30.951](No, it's no use to pretend)
[01:33.713]I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox
[01:35.974](Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
[01:40.012]Eight after 10 p.m., can't set this on no Apple Watch (We can't—)
[01:41.266]
[01:42.269][Verse 2]
[01:44.282]I was waitin' on that bag to drop
[01:46.288]Dumpin' orange peelin' same color as a apricot (OJ)
[01:49.804]Quick to get a nigga spilled playin' Simon Says
[01:52.337]Pepper the driver's side, left his windshield spider-webbed (Gang)
[01:56.123]I'm in the field in real life, this ain't no Pop Warner (All night)
[01:59.387]Was tryna tread on thin ice, now we in hot water (Real ice)
[02:02.646]I up the pole and air the stick out like a fly swatter
[02:05.406]Freezin' cold, hail, sleet, snow, come, hell or high waters (Hellblock)
[02:08.920]Me and my niggas paid a way, was left in jail to rot
[02:11.680]Fifty different shades of gray, like, welcome to the meltin' pot
[02:15.491]7-6in' on that drug zone, it's the Hellin' block
[02:18.502]Pullin' all-nighters, catchin' pop, this shit don't ever stop (Stop)
[02:21.763]First time I seen two bricks of dog, I was already rockin' (Cuzzo)
[02:24.774]Thirty extended but the clip in my MAC-11 stock
[02:28.287]Popped up his bro, don't even know if he was dead or not
[02:31.048]Why most of these niggas be totin' guns if they ain't never shot? (Grrt) On gang
[02:33.064]
[02:34.626][Chorus]
[02:35.675](No, it's no use to pretend)
[02:38.687]We reeled him in like a tacklebox
[02:40.483](Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
[02:44.753]And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)
[02:48.017](No, it's no use to pretend)
[02:51.068]I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox
[02:53.327](Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
[02:57.342]Eight after 10 p.m., can't set this on no Apple Watch (We can't—)

作曲 : James Clay Jones III/Rory William Quigley
(No, it's no use to pretend)
We reeled him in like a tacklebox
(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)
(No, it's no use to pretend)
I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox
(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
Eight after 10 p.m. (La música de Harry Fraud, we can't—)

It's the Bricktionary, my life is a bitch I'm ****in' missionary (My life)
Thousand caskets of the tech, pocket like a cemetary
Facin' felony and possessions, no attempt to carry
Pulled up like the ice cream man, trunk full of Ben & Jerry's (Yeah)
Two-way, deuce, siete, you know we legendary
Rep this shit so much they thinkin' I was born in February (But I wasn't)
Me sellin' dope, gettin' money, shit was hereditary
Way I felt back when I played the corner like the secondary (Uh)
With the Chappelle Show mixed with the weekend at the Perrys'
All my fiends tweakin', look like Tyrone and Ashy Larry
Roll up the dope, take a few tokes before I ash the cherry
Your bitch tryna drive the boat, but I prefer she catch the ferry
It ain't no use in pretendin' you never had to spare me
Never tried to hear me 'til you heard me on a track with Harry
Neighbors callin' the hook on me, still in the trap with Terry
Duckin' Officer Mahoney, Hightower, and Tackleberry, let's get it

(No, it's no use to pretend)
We reeled him in like a tacklebox
(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)
(No, it's no use to pretend)
I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox
(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
Eight after 10 p.m., can't set this on no Apple Watch (We can't—)

I was waitin' on that bag to drop
Dumpin' orange peelin' same color as a apricot (OJ)
Quick to get a nigga spilled playin' Simon Says
Pepper the driver's side, left his windshield spider-webbed (Gang)
I'm in the field in real life, this ain't no Pop Warner (All night)
Was tryna tread on thin ice, now we in hot water (Real ice)
I up the pole and air the stick out like a fly swatter
Freezin' cold, hail, sleet, snow, come, hell or high waters (Hellblock)
Me and my niggas paid a way, was left in jail to rot
Fifty different shades of gray, like, welcome to the meltin' pot
7-6in' on that drug zone, it's the Hellin' block
Pullin' all-nighters, catchin' pop, this shit don't ever stop (Stop)
First time I seen two bricks of dog, I was already rockin' (Cuzzo)
Thirty extended but the clip in my MAC-11 stock
Popped up his bro, don't even know if he was dead or not
Why most of these niggas be totin' guns if they ain't never shot? (Grrt) On gang

(No, it's no use to pretend)
We reeled him in like a tacklebox
(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
And all he felt afterwards was the aftershock (We can't—)
(No, it's no use to pretend)
I be sparrin' with my demons when I shadowbox
(Always hoping the future would somehow come right in the end)
Eight after 10 p.m., can't set this on no Apple Watch (We can't—)