Boblo Boat Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

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, is 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 get out wine. A little rear medium lights. 

Some Harvey Rizla green. 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 sh-t I had had an uncanny fit 

All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bi-ch 

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 

The Boblo boat 

Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. Come here. Hey, hit this, 

ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Some of my better times I said were true 

I said were true, yeah 

Sh-t, all of my better days I said were true 

I said were true, sh-t 

And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, sh-t 

Stuck inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k 

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again 

Stuck inside this rat race, fu-k 

Yeah, look 

Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it 

D-k 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 fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, 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 ni-ga '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 ni-as 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 sh-t 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 "Fu-k the world" and never pull out 

We had no Boblo boat, 

but I could note those times is 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 and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days 

Thinking 'bout dumb days 

{Outro} 

This is 808-Ray 

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