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