Back In The Days - Bad Wolves

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