Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boblo Boat , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boblo Boat |
| Nothing compared to our family trips |
| My uncle shook hands with a manly grip |
| All this hand-me-down shit I had had an uncanny fit |
| All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch |
| 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 Boblo boat |
| Uh, on our way to that black amusement park |
| Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards |
| 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 Boblo 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 Boblo boat |
| But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, |
| though |
| The Boblo boat |
| Hey, hey, hey. |
| Lil' green. |
| Come here. |
| Hey, hit this, nigga. |
| Nigga, |
| don’t worry 'bout what the fuck it is. |
| Just drink |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Some of my better times I said were true |
| I said were true, yeah |
| Shit, all of my better days I said were true |
| I said were true, shit |
| And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Shit |
| Stuck inside a rat race, fuck, rat race, fuck, fuck |
| Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again |
| Stuck inside this rat race, fuck |
| Yeah, look |
| Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it |
| Dick 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 fuck that it’s dented, bitch, 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 sex 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 nigga '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 niggas 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 shit slap, you never heard it better |
| Give me a sec, I murder sectors |
| Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out |
| I gotta chill out |
| Say «Fuck the world"and never pull out |
| We had no Boblo boat, but I could note those times is like a Bible «e |
| BC, before cellphones, the first time I would smoke |
| I was 6-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 and Tanzanian sunrays |
| thinking 'bout dumb days |
| Thinking 'bout dumb days |
| This is 808-Ray |