Boblo Boat

Lyrics

[Intro: Mort Crim & Cedric The Entertainer] Cruising down the river, dancing till 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 All is your world, ain't nothin' but a squirrel tryna get a nut Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat It is the perfect weather, the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks Aw, man, I wish I would join you, a little cheese and crackers, a little Cana wine A little Riunite on ice, some Harvey's Bristol Cream But let's do this, only on Smooth FM [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] 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 rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cars Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court Broken glass, waitin' on you on the swimmin' 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 [Interlude] Hey, hey, hey, lil' Craig, come here Aye, hit this, nigga Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is, just drink! [Verse 2: J. Cole] Yeah, yeah, yeah Some of my better times, I shared with you I shared with you, yeah, shit All of my better days, I shared with you I shared with you, shit And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Shit, stuck inside a rat race (Fuck) Rat race (Fuck) Fuck, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again Stuck inside this rat race (Fuck) 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 fuck that it's dented Bitch, I'm the man now, I'm rollin' Drivin' it slow as if it's stolen Pilin' up bros like we was clothin' on a dresser Callin' 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 thinkin' 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 ya See it rather than say it, but it spill out, I gotta chill out Say "Fuck the world" and never pull out We had no Boblo boat but I could note Those times just like a Bible quote B.C., before cell phones, the first time I would smoke I was six 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 sunrays thinkin' 'bout dumb days Thinkin' 'bout dumb days [Outro] This is 808-Ray