So sick of the color TV Leave a message they could never find me I'm so bored, I'm torn Drive away, count the goods 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 as 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