PNWC - Irreplaceable Lyrics

I'm a 90's kid, grew up on that top-down view
GTA, where the streets ran wild, breaking the rules
Blowing on cartridges, fixing the glitch
Saturday mornings, cartoons, not a hitch
Cassette tapes and mixtapes, recording off the radio
Rewinding VHS, that's how the story goes
Skating down the block, Walkman in my hand
Arcades and comic shops, life was unplanned

Back in the day, when life moved slow
Analog memories, we let 'em grow
Now it's all digital, fast and disposable
Missing those days, unforgettable and irreplaceable

Joystick in hand, no worries, just fun
8-bit graphics, beat the boss, I won
Payphones on every corner, calling collect
Riding bikes till dusk, no worries, no regrets
Trading cards and action figures, treasures of the past
Building forts from boxes, memories that last
Dial-up internet, that screeching sound
AOL chatrooms, where friendships were found

Rewinding tapes with a pencil, that's how we rolled
Waiting for our favorite songs to come on, pure gold
Printed out MapQuest, navigating the streets
Hanging out at the mall, meeting up with peeps
First console wars, Sega vs. Nintendo
Sleepovers with friends, playing till the end though
Polaroid pictures, capturing the moments
Now it's all instant, losing those components

From Tamagotchis to Pogs, trends came and went
We lived in the moment, never knowing where it went
Landlines and prank calls, staying up late
Playing truth or dare, sneaking out the gate
Burning CDs, sharing tracks with friends
No social media, just time to spend
Bike rides to nowhere, feeling so free
Now it's all scheduled, nothing's carefree

Back in the day, when life moved slow
Analog memories, we let 'em grow
Now it's all digital, fast and disposable
Missing those days, unforgettable and irreplaceable

Fast forward to now, everything's changed
Streaming and smartphones, it's all rearranged
But I remember those days, clear as a bell
90's nostalgia, stories to tell
Pocket change for arcades, now it's apps on a screen
But those simple times, feel like a dream
Flipping through CDs, making mixtapes
Now it's all playlists, but I miss those shapes

Back in the day, when life moved slow
Analog memories, we let 'em grow
Now it's all digital, fast and disposable
Missing those days, unforgettable and irreplaceable