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, fly 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
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, fly 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
Credits
Writer(s): John Boecklin, Brandon Sammons, Marlon Coyle, Tommy Vext
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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