Boblo Boat

"Cruising down the river;

Dancing till 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 amu*****t park—ah, memories of Bob-Lo Island."

All is your world ain’t nothing

But a squirrel tryna get a nut.

Just jealous of everybody

That’s headed out on that Bob-Lo boat.

It is the perfect weather

And the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.

Aw, man, I wish I was joining you—a little cheese

And crackers, a little ghetto wine,

A little Riunite on ice, some hardy Rizla Green

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-*****t; I had had an uncanny fit

All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-*****

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 Bob-Lo boat

Uh, on our way to that black amu*****t park

Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cars

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 Bob-Lo 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 Bob-Lo boat

But neither one of us knew that we would both

Grow up and turn to alcoholics, though, the Bob-Lo boat

Hey, hey, hey, lil’ Craig, come here.

Aye, hit this, *****.

*****, don’t worry ’bout what the ***** it is, just drink!

Yeah yeah, yeah

Some of my better times, I shared with you

I shared with you, yeah

*****t, all of my better days, I shared with you

I shared with you, *****t

And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

*****t, stuck inside a rat race (*****)

Rat race (*****, *****)

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again

Stuck inside this rat race (*****)

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 ***** that it’s dented,

*****, 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 *** 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 ***** ’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 *****s

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 *****t slap,

You never heard it better

Give me a sec, I murder sectors, prefer to let ya

See it rather than say it,

But it spill out, I gotta chill out

Say “***** the world” and never pull out

We had no Bob-Lo boat but I could note

Those times is like a Bible quote

BC, before cell phones, 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 them days

Thinking ’bout them days

This is This is This is This is; 808-Ray