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Cruising down the river. Dancing your feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing your hair,
as you gazing down the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides at the
amusement park. Ah, of Boblo Island
Oh, is your ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that boat.
It is the weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little rear lights.
Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing compared to our family
My uncle hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress the business from my granny fist
was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy him and mama got along
On the boat
Uh, on our way to that black amusement
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic cards
Uh, smoking at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I came across my on the Boblo boat
That's I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition
my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew we would
grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The Boblo
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better times I said were
I said true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said were
I were true, sh-t
And now I gotta up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, sh-t
Stuck a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
inside this rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't give a fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if stolen
Piling up bros like we was on a dresser
up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to her
Five left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the button
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my real-life
Plus fickle ni-as they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard it
me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it than say it, but it spill out
I chill out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,
but I could note those is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but for another chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
'bout dumb days

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