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

Oh, is world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
jealous of everybody that's headed 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 rear medium lights.
Some Harvey green.
But do this.
Only on FM

Nothing compared to our trips
My shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down sh-t I had had an fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop told 'bout 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 that black amusement
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I came across my identity on the Boblo

where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when 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,
time big bro hit the bottle 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, don't worry 'bout the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

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

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

Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the back, swig it
D-k it, rims on my mama's Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even a fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it as if it's stolen

Piling up bros like we was clothing on a
Calling up hoes 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 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her

This was my main concern back concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
fickle ni-as thinking 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 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 I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another
That's for another story, to God be the
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout days

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