Back In Days (feat. Balloranking) - Rabbah

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

Back in my younger days I used to go all night Now I just stay at home And everything is all right Back when I first met you I used to live in the hays But that was so long ago Back in my younger days I would do anything Just to stumbeling through It's a wonder I'm standing here I've broken so many rules Now I dance with you everynight And still I am so amazed Your love made a man of me Back in my younger days Ooh it doesn't seem that long ago You, you make it feel like the first time when made love And I ain't getting enough Well well well well As I go to the photograph I laugh and turn the page It's the ballad of me and you From such an innocent age Talk about a dream come true We reinvented the frames It's better than it's used to be Back in my younger days Back in my younger days Back in my younger days It's better than it's used to be Back in my younger days

(Oh-oh, ohh, eh-eh) Mm-mm, oh-oh, oh (Mm-mm, mm, mm) I am Balloranking ('Ranking, 'Ranking) In my head, I've been tryna put things together (I've been tryna put things together) Watch over mi steps, nitori aye kan l'owa (watch over mi steps, nitori aye kan l'owa) Everyday I reason way forward Like monthly, make I dey make billion (make I dey make billion) Dem sing along word for word Osha ti mo b'oshe nlo? Ask for Bode Thomas (Ask for Bode Thomas) Man no fit snooze Money put me for foot (money put me for foot, mm-mm) I've been looking up to You In anything I do, make I no lose (In anything I do, make I no lose, uh-uhh) Man ah bad man Man, I bad, no be today (I bad, no be today) Jah-Jah fight all the battles wey dey come my way 'Cause aye kan l'owa, mo ja Tequila (aye kan l'owa, Tequila) Pade mi for mi shoulders, as if I know you, Kodak Oh-oh Lord (oh Lord) Everyday I reason way forward (reason way forward) Monthly, make I dey make billion (monthly, make I dey make billion) (Make I dey make billion), make billion Osha ti mo b'oshe nlo? (B'oshe nlo) Dem sing along word for word (word for word) Ask for Bode Thomas (Ask for Bode Thomas, uh) For Bode Thomas, uh (uh-uh) Mm-mm, e be things (e be things) In any situa', I move my feet (I move my feet) Revelation to Genesis (Genesis) Before dem go dull my spirit, me, I burn cannabis (me, I burn cannabis) Shayo don kill my boredom (kill my boredom) Omo iyami, kosi show (kosi show) You know many dey foh don jon (many dey foh don jon) Boy trending, no promo (no promo) Sh'omo pe Olohun ju eda lo (ju eda lo) Oh-oh Lord (oh Lord) Everyday I reason way forward (reason way forward) Monthly, make I dey make billion (monthly, make I dey make billion) (Make I dey make billion), make billion Osha ti mo b'oshe nlo? (B'oshe nlo) Dem sing along word for word (word for word) Ask for Bode Thomas (Ask for Bode Thomas, uh) For Bode Thomas, uh (uh-uh) Shayo don kill my boredom (boredom)

(It's Lormy Entertainment) Ah-ahn, ahn-ahn-ah (Master T, The Apari Producer) Woah, I am Balloranking ah Ah-ahn, ahn-ahn-ah (With the king of the new school) I don't really wish I'm a gangster Just wanna be cool 'til I pass out Money chase made me a monster So, I keep grindin' 'til I cashout Oh, na-na-na, oh, na-na-na-na Oh, na-na-na-na oh, oh, na-na-na-na Chasin' big bags every mornin' Came from the trash, got to spend dirty money When I'm broke ain't nobody call me No love lost, big shout out to my mommy ah-ah Me, I just dey dey my lane Just wanna make money every day by day Shebi no be you wey dey make my pay Moma j'aye mi loh every night and day, ay-ay-ayy I just got to stay-stay woke 'Cause I don't wanna go-go broke Still standin' on my ten-ten toes Don't cross my geng-geng zone Already told you I don't wanna die poor Many bitches lookin' for my downfall They wanna hold me, them forget there's a back door Emi lefe besi, moro pe eti f'ori gba nkan I don't really wish I'm a gangster Just wanna be cool 'til I pass out Money chase made me a monster So, I keep grindin' 'til I cashout Oh, na-na-na, oh, na-na-na-na Oh, na-na-na-na oh, oh, na-na-na-na You know I'm a gangster I ain't gat no dread, I'ma rockstar I ain't gon' fuck with them wackster Lyin' in the game you can call me Mufasa, yeah See, this bitches been callin' my phone since Poppin' all night with my OG's Back in the days they don't know me Codeine gat me movin' slowly Nigga, I'ma kush and I'm high I ain't gat no friends that I'm ridin' with-with Bitches out there wanna roll with me I know some Gees they can die fi me Already told you I don't wanna die poor Many bitches lookin' for my downfall They wanna hold me, them forget there's a back door Emi lefe besi, moro pe eti f'ori gba nkan I don't really wish I'm a gangster Just wanna be cool 'til I pass out Money chase made me a monster So, I keep grindin' 'til I cashout Oh, na-na-na, oh, na-na-na-na Oh, na-na-na-na oh, oh, na-na-na-na Young nigga Don't trust wrong nigga Fake love everywhere here oh Your LOML is a good digger (With the king of the new school)