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So sick of the color TV
Leave a message they cound 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
