back in the days

so sick of the color tv

leave a message nigga never find me

i'm so bored

i'm torn

drive away

count the guts on the dashboard

in my head you know i never sleep

bling and black diamonds on a rosary

i'm so bored

i'm torn

numbers up

wake me up

where's my passport?

searching 'cause i want more

searching 'cause i want more

take me back to '94

i'll rewind to the times

i see your faces

our safe spaces

we're stuck in the day

back in the day

and times keep changing

i'm still chasing those

back in the days

back in the days

so sick of the cellular fiends

leave a dm upon my broken screen

i'm so bored

i'm torn

fly away

count my charts on your billboards

in my bed you know it don't impress me

chasing all this fame that's

on your pocket screens

i'm so bored

i'm torn

flag away another cab to the airport

i see your faces

our safe spaces

we're stuck in the day

back in the day

and times keep changing

i'm still chasing those

back in the days

back in the days

it seems like yesterday

we played more meaningful ways

meaningful ways

i see your faces

our safe spaces

we're stuck in the day

back in the day

and times keep changing

i'm still chasing those

back in the days

back in the days

searching 'cause i want more

take me back to '94

we're back in the day

back in the day

nineteen ninety

nineteen ninety

four