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