"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
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