Boblo Boat (feat. J. Cole)

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
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 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 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 Boblo boat
 Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
 Wood rollercoasters, 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' Craig, come here, hey, hit this nigga
 Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is, just drink
 Yeah, 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
 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 you 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 is like a Bible quote
 B.C., before cellphones, 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