Royce da 5'9", J.Cole - Boblo Boat lyrics

"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 Bob-Lo Island"
All is your world ain’t nothing
But a squirrel tryna
Get a nut just jealous of everybody that’s
Headed out on that Bob-Lo boat it is the
Perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy
A few snacks aw, man, I wish I was
Joining 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

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 Bob-Lo 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
Waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Bob-Lo 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 Bob-Lo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both
Grow up and turn to alcoholics
Though Bob-Lo boat

Hey, hey hey lil’ Craig, come
Here aye, hit this, nigga
Nigga, don’t worry ’bout what the fuck it is
Just drink!

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 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 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 Bob-Lo boat
But I could note those times
Just like a Bible quote
BC, 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
Thinking ’bout dumb days
Thinking ’bout dumb days

This is 808-Ray
Nigga don't worry about what the fuck it is
Just drink