Bak In The Day Dream
[Verse 1]
Mama used to paint me pictures,
Of a time when love was pure.
Ladies dressed with grace and rhythm,
Men knew how to open doors.
You walk in, and I swear I’m seeing,
That old-school kind of shine.
Got me dreaming in the moment,
Like it’s nineteen ninety-nine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Respect in your eyes, I feel it,
No games, no disguise, it’s real.
Got me wishing I could live it,
That love my mama used to spill.

[Chorus]
Take me back in the daydream,
Where the slow jams set the mood.
Classy love, no chasing clout,
Just me and you in the groove.
I fantasize the nineties vibe,
Where respect was the rule.
Boy, you make me want that old-school,
Turn my daydream into truth.

[Verse 2]
Baggy jeans and smooth intentions,
Soulful beats on late-night drives.
You remind me of the stories,
How they kept the love alive.
No flex, no fake affection,
Just a vibe that feels brand new.
But it’s vintage in the best way,
And I want it here with you.

[Pre-Chorus]
Respect in your eyes, I feel it,
No games, no disguise, it’s real.
Got me wishing I could live it,
That love my mama used to spill.

[Chorus]
Take me back in the daydream,
Where the slow jams set the mood.
Classy love, no chasing clout,
Just me and you in the groove.
I fantasize the nineties vibe,
Where respect was the rule.
Boy, you make me want that old-school,
Turn my daydream into truth.

[Bridge]
Ladies dressed classy, men knew their place,
Love was a language, not just a chase.
I hear the music, I feel the time,
You bring that energy back in my life.

[Final Chorus]
Take me back in the daydream,
Where the slow jams set the mood.
Classy love, no chasing clout,
Just me and you in the groove.
I fantasize the nineties vibe,
Where respect was the rule.
Boy, you make me want that old-school,
Turn my daydream into truth.