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Cruising the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb.
Cool, breezes blowing through your hair,
as you gazing down the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides at the
park.
Ah, of Boblo Island

Oh, is your world ain't but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was you.
A little and crackers.
A get out wine.
A little rear lights.
Some Rizla green.
But do this.
Only on FM

Nothing to our family trips
My uncle shook hands a manly grip
All this sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was
Pop told stories 'bout it that would for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the Boblo

Uh, on our way to that black park
Wood roller coasters, sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo

where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's paranoia hit me like when superstition does
my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest,
First big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat

But one of us knew that we would
grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The boat

Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Some of my better times I said true
I were true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said were
I said were true,
And now I wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, sh-t

Stuck a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside rat race, fu-k

Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, rims on my mama's Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the 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 like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I sex her
But these keys don't come with on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I her, I gotta 'press her

This was my concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most folks would the sess to
burn the of my real-life trauma
fickle ni-as thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it be further left of

The is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather say it, but it spill out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,

but I note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, cellphones, the first time I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout days

This is