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

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

Nothing to our family trips
My shook hands with 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 it that would last for hours-long
And as a we was just so happy when him and mama got along
On the boat

Uh, on our way to black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on scooter cards
Uh, smoking at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I came across my identity on the Boblo

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

But neither one of us that we would
both grow up and turn to alcoholics,
The boat

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

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

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

Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
They bump, rattle the 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, it slow as if it's stolen

up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up like we was Jodeci, let's check her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga I undress her, I gotta 'press her

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

The truth is that my new slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I sectors
to let you see it rather 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 smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking dumb days

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