Royce da 5'9" - Boblo Boat Lyrics

Cruising down the river
Dancing 'til your feet got numb
Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair, as you stood gazing down the river
In anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park
Ah, memories of Boblo Island

Oh, it's your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut
Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat
It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks
Oh, man, I wish I was joining you, a little cheese and crackers, a little Cana wine
A little Riunite on ice, some Harvey Bristol Cream
But let's do this, only on Smooth FM

Nothing compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down shit I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along on the Boblo boat
Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
Boblo boat

Hey, hey, hey, Lil' Green, come here
Hey, hit this, nigga
Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the f*ck it is, just drink

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Some of my better times I share with you
I share with you, yeah
Shit, all of my better days I share with you
I share with you, shit
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, shit
Stuck inside a rat race, f*ck, rat race, f*ck, f*ck
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Inside this rat race, f*ck

Yeah, look, twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Dig it, ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a f*ck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I gotta chill out
Say "f*ck the world" and never pull out
We had no Boblo boat, but I could note those times just like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
I was 6 years old, but that's for another chapter
That's for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my son in Tanzanian sun rays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb days

This is
808-Ray