Boblo Boat (feat. J. Cole)

"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, ****

****, 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 **** till 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 **** 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

**** don't worry about what the fuck it is, just drink