Boblo Boat
Royce Da 5 Lyrics


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Cruising down the river
Dancing 'til 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 amusement park
Ah, memories of Boblo Island

Oh, it's your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut
Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat
It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks
Oh, man, I wish I was joining you, a little cheese and crackers, a little Cana wine
A little Riunite on ice, some Harvey Bristol Cream
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 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
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 share with you
I share with you, yeah
Shit, all of my better days I share with you
I share with you, 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
Inside this rat race, fuck

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 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 just like a Bible quote
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 in Tanzanian sun rays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb days





This is
808-Ray

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Boblo Boat by Royce Da 5'9" reminisce about the childhood memories of the artist and his family/friends traveling on a riverboat to the amusement park on Boblo Island near Detroit. As he cruises down the river, he fondly remembers the thrill of the amusement park rides and the happy times with his family. The lyrics of the song contrast the innocence of the childhood days with the harsh realities of modern life, where the artist feels trapped in the rat race, struggling to keep up with the pace of life.


Throughout the song, Royce Da 5'9" uses vivid imagery to describe the experiences of his youth, such as dancing until his feet were numb on the boat, enjoying a few snacks, smoking grass at the vintage food court, and losing his virginity on the Boblo boat. He also narrates the stories he heard of family feuds and granddaddy's mistress's physical altercation with his granny, giving the listener a glimpse into his personal life. The lyrics of the song Boblo Boat paint a nostalgic picture of a happy childhood and contrast it with the harsh reality of adulthood, where the artist struggles to find his identity.


Line by Line Meaning

Cruising down the river
We were enjoying the ride down the river.


Dancing 'til your feet got numb
We were enjoying ourselves to the fullest, dancing until our feet couldn't move anymore.


Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair, as you stood gazing down the river
The summer breeze felt great as we enjoyed the view of the river.


In anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park
We were excited and looking forward to the thrilling rides at the amusement park.


Ah, memories of Boblo Island
We were reminiscing about our times at Boblo Island.


Oh, it's your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut
You're just trying to survive and make it in this world.


Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat
You're envious of everyone who gets to go on the Boblo boat.


It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks
The weather is perfect and it's the ideal time to indulge in some snacks.


Oh, man, I wish I was joining you, a little cheese and crackers, a little Cana wine
I wish I could join you and enjoy some cheese and crackers with Cana wine.


A little Riunite on ice, some Harvey Bristol Cream
It would be lovely to have some Riunite with ice and some Harvey Bristol Cream.


But let's do this, only on Smooth FM
Let's enjoy this on Smooth FM.


Nothing compared to our family trips
Our family trips were incomparable.


My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
My uncle had a firm handshake.


All this hand-me-down shit I had had an uncanny fit
The hand-me-down items I had didn't fit well.


All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
Growing up around tough family members made me tough.


My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
My granddad's mistress got hit by my grandma.


That was back 'fore I was born
That happened before I was born.


Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
My dad would tell stories about it that lasted for hours.


And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along on the Boblo boat
We were glad to see my parents getting along on the Boblo boat.


Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
We were on our way to the amusement park that was popular among black people.


Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
There were wooden roller coasters and people sold crack on plastic scooter cards.


Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
We were smoking weed at the old fashioned food court.


Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
There was broken glass on the swimming pool floor waiting for us.


I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
I discovered my identity on the Boblo boat.


That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
I lost my virginity on the Boblo boat without a condom.


That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
I became paranoid like how people become superstitious.


Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
I left my inhibitions where my supervision wasn't.


Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
The parties on the way to the island were always the best.


First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
My older brother started drinking for the first time on the Boblo boat.


But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
Neither of us knew that we would both become alcoholics.


Hey, hey, hey, Lil' Green, come here
Hey, Lil' Green, come here.


Hey, hit this, nigga
Try this, dude.


Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is, just drink
Don't worry about what it is, just drink it.


Some of my better times I share with you
I've had some of my best times with you.


Shit, all of my better days I share with you
All my good days have been spent sharing them with you.


And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, shit
I need to snap out of it and get back to reality.


Stuck inside a rat race, fuck, rat race, fuck, fuck
I'm feeling trapped in this never-ending cycle of life.


Inside this rat race, fuck
Being stuck in this life sucks.


Yeah, look, twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Twist the cap and take a swig of the bottle.


Dig it, ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
My mom's Honda Civic has ten-inch rims on it.


Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
There are ten-inch woofers in the trunk of the car.


They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
The singers in the car are so loud that they rattle the license plate, and the windows are tinted.


Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
I don't care that the car is dented, I'm a man now.


I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
I'm driving slowly as if the car is stolen.


Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
We're building up our crew like piling up clothes on a dresser.


Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
We're calling up girls like we're Jodeci trying to check them out.


Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
I want to have sex with a girl who has big breasts like double-decker buses.


But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
I don't have the skills to properly seduce her.


Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I only have five semesters left until college, and I'm feeling the pressure.


I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
I feel like a real man when I undress her and impress her.


This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
This was my main concern when I had fewer problems.


Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
Nowadays, I wish I could undo my mistakes by pressing the backspace button.


Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
Life doesn't work like a word processor where you can easily undo things.


Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of my real-life trauma
Most people would smoke weed to cope with the stress of my real-life problems.


Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
People who change their opinions easily think they've heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr.


But that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
That's crazy and couldn't be further from the truth.


The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
The truth is that my new music is great, and you've never heard anything better.


Give me a sec, I murder sectors
Give me some time, and I'll dominate the music industry.


Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I'd rather show you my talent than talk about it, but sometimes it just comes out.


I gotta chill out
I need to calm down and relax.


Say "fuck the world" and never pull out
I feel like saying "screw the world" and never holding back.


We had no Boblo boat, but I could note those times just like a Bible quote
We didn't have a Boblo boat, but I remember those times like a Bible verse.


BC, before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
Before cellphones, I smoked weed for the first time.


I was 6 years old, but that's for another chapter
I was only six years old at the time, but that's a different story.


That's for another story, to God be the glory
That's a story for another time, all glory goes to God.


I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my son in Tanzanian sun rays thinking 'bout dumb days
I made it through without any harm, and now I'm sunbathing in Tanzania with my son while reminiscing about old times.


Thinking 'bout dumb days
Reminiscing about the past.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Ryan Montgomery, Jermaine Lamarr Cole

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Marshall Gouts

"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 bidness 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)"
😭 FOH Royce



Poojan Vyas

"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 amusement park—ah, memories of Boblo 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 Boblo 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 Cana wine, a little Riunite on ice, some Harvey’s Bristol Cream—but let’s do this, only on Smooth FM. 

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9″]
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 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 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, Boblo boat

[Interlude]
Hey, hey, hey, lil’ Craig, come here. Aye, hit this, nigga. Nigga, don’t worry ’bout what the fuck it is, just drink!

[Bridge: J. Cole]
Yeah yeah, yeah
Some of my better times, I shared with you
I shared with you, yeah
Shit, all of my better days, I shared with you
I shared with you, 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)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
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 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 ya
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 just like a Bible quote
B.C., 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 dumb days
Thinking ’bout dumb days

[Outro]
This is; 808-Ray
Nigga don't worry about what the fuck it is, just drink



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J.cole's verse helped me through some of the hardest times in my life and im forever thanful.

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Ethan Dennis fuck the world and never pull out? 😂

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