Boblo Boat (feat. J. Cole)
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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 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
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 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.63] Cruising down the river, dancing 'til your feet got numb
[00:05.41] Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair
[00:07.57] As you stood gazing down the river
[00:09.70] In anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park
[00:14.99] Ah, memories of Boblo Island
[00:17.55]
[00:20.09] Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut
[00:25.82] Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat
[00:29.73] It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks
[00:38.38] Oh, man, I wish I was joining you, a little cheese and crackers
[00:41.26] A little Cana wine, a little Riunite on ice, some Harvey's Bristol Cream
[00:46.74] But let's do this
[00:48.60] Only on Smooth FM
[00:54.09] Nothing compared to our family trips
[00:56.42] My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
[00:58.48] All this hand-me-down shit I had, had an uncanny fit
[01:01.35] All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
[01:04.42] My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
[01:07.51] That was back 'fore I was born
[01:08.93] Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
[01:12.09] And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along
[01:16.07] On the Boblo boat
[01:17.65] Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
[01:20.44] Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
[01:23.71] Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
[01:26.45] Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
[01:29.60] I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
[01:32.98] That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
[01:35.46] That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
[01:38.58] Left my inhibitions, I guess where my supervision was
[01:42.04] Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
[01:44.58] First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
[01:48.32] But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
[01:52.65] Boblo boat
[01:53.56] Hey, hey, hey, lil' Craig, come here, hey, hit this nigga
[01:57.61] Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is, just drink
[02:00.75] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:06.75] Some of my better times, I shared with you
[02:14.63] I shared with you, yeah
[02:18.69] Shit, all of my better days, I shared with you
[02:26.04] I shared with you, shit
[02:29.79] And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, shit
[02:35.12] Shit, stuck inside a rat race (fuck)
[02:38.84] Rat race (fuck, fuck)
[02:43.19] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
[02:46.85] Stuck inside this rat race (fuck)
[02:52.93] Yeah, look
[02:55.73] Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
[02:58.28] Dig it; ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
[03:01.55] Ten-inch woofers in the trunk to be specific
[03:03.95] They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
[03:07.27] Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
[03:10.12] I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
[03:13.51] Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
[03:16.61] Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
[03:19.44] Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
[03:22.66] But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
[03:25.72] Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
[03:28.62] I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
[03:31.83] This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
[03:34.81] Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
[03:37.97] Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
[03:40.63] Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of
[03:43.24] My real-life trauma
[03:44.23] Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of
[03:46.69] Jermaine Lamarr, but that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
[03:49.85] The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
[03:53.19] Give me a sec, I murder sectors
[03:54.94] Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
[03:58.49] I gotta chill out
[03:59.47] Say, "Fuck the world" and never pull out
[04:01.18] We had no Boblo boat
[04:02.68] But I could note those times is like a Bible quote
[04:05.00] B.C., before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
[04:07.93] I was six years old, but that's for another chapter
[04:11.37] That's for another story, to God be the glory
[04:14.66] I made it out unscathed, and now I sunbathe
[04:17.07] With my son in Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
[04:22.31] Thinking 'bout dumb days
[04:27.54] This is 808-Ray
[04:38.62] Nigga don't worry about what the fuck it is, just drink
[04:41.07]
[00:05.41] Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair
[00:07.57] As you stood gazing down the river
[00:09.70] In anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park
[00:14.99] Ah, memories of Boblo Island
[00:17.55]
[00:20.09] Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut
[00:25.82] Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat
[00:29.73] It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks
[00:38.38] Oh, man, I wish I was joining you, a little cheese and crackers
[00:41.26] A little Cana wine, a little Riunite on ice, some Harvey's Bristol Cream
[00:46.74] But let's do this
[00:48.60] Only on Smooth FM
[00:54.09] Nothing compared to our family trips
[00:56.42] My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
[00:58.48] All this hand-me-down shit I had, had an uncanny fit
[01:01.35] All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
[01:04.42] My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
[01:07.51] That was back 'fore I was born
[01:08.93] Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
[01:12.09] And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along
[01:16.07] On the Boblo boat
[01:17.65] Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
[01:20.44] Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
[01:23.71] Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
[01:26.45] Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
[01:29.60] I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
[01:32.98] That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
[01:35.46] That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
[01:38.58] Left my inhibitions, I guess where my supervision was
[01:42.04] Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
[01:44.58] First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
[01:48.32] But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
[01:52.65] Boblo boat
[01:53.56] Hey, hey, hey, lil' Craig, come here, hey, hit this nigga
[01:57.61] Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is, just drink
[02:00.75] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:06.75] Some of my better times, I shared with you
[02:14.63] I shared with you, yeah
[02:18.69] Shit, all of my better days, I shared with you
[02:26.04] I shared with you, shit
[02:29.79] And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, shit
[02:35.12] Shit, stuck inside a rat race (fuck)
[02:38.84] Rat race (fuck, fuck)
[02:43.19] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
[02:46.85] Stuck inside this rat race (fuck)
[02:52.93] Yeah, look
[02:55.73] Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
[02:58.28] Dig it; ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
[03:01.55] Ten-inch woofers in the trunk to be specific
[03:03.95] They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
[03:07.27] Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
[03:10.12] I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
[03:13.51] Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
[03:16.61] Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
[03:19.44] Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
[03:22.66] But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
[03:25.72] Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
[03:28.62] I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
[03:31.83] This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
[03:34.81] Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
[03:37.97] Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
[03:40.63] Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of
[03:43.24] My real-life trauma
[03:44.23] Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of
[03:46.69] Jermaine Lamarr, but that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
[03:49.85] The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
[03:53.19] Give me a sec, I murder sectors
[03:54.94] Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
[03:58.49] I gotta chill out
[03:59.47] Say, "Fuck the world" and never pull out
[04:01.18] We had no Boblo boat
[04:02.68] But I could note those times is like a Bible quote
[04:05.00] B.C., before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
[04:07.93] I was six years old, but that's for another chapter
[04:11.37] That's for another story, to God be the glory
[04:14.66] I made it out unscathed, and now I sunbathe
[04:17.07] With my son in Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
[04:22.31] Thinking 'bout dumb days
[04:27.54] This is 808-Ray
[04:38.62] Nigga don't worry about what the fuck it is, just drink
[04:41.07]