Back In The Days – Bad Wolves – letras

So sick of the color TvLeave a message nigga never find meI’m so bored, I’m tornDrive awayCount the guts on the dashboardIn my head you know I never sleepBling and black diamonds on a rosaryI’m so bored, I’m tornNumbers up, wake me upWhere’s my passport?Searching ’cause I want moreSearching ’cause I want moreTake me back to ’94I’ll rewind to the timesI see your facesOur safe spacesWe’re stuck in the dayBack in the dayAnd times keep changingI’m still chasing thoseBack in the daysBack in the daysSo sick of the cellular fiendsLeave a Dm upon my broken screenI’m so bored, I’m tornFly awayCount my charts on your billboardsIn my bed you know it don’t impress meChasing all this fame that’sOn your pocket screensI’m so bored, I’m tornFlag away another cab to the airportI see your facesOur safe spacesWe’re stuck in the dayBack in the dayAnd times keep changingI’m still chasing thoseBack in the daysBack in the daysIt seems like yesterdayWe played more meaningful waysMeaningful waysI see your facesOur safe spacesWe’re stuck in the dayBack in the dayAnd times keep changingI’m still chasing thoseBack in the daysBack in the daysSearching ’cause I want moreTake me back to ’94We’re back in the dayBack in the dayNineteen ninetyNineteen ninetyFour