- Royce Da 59" Boblo Boat 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- '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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