Console Kids (Chilled)

Two 80's boys round the Nans Inseparable and making plans You're Iron Man, I'm Wolverine Cartoon mornings on the screen Those thundercat goonie days Like static start to fade away C64 and floppy disks Training up these console kids Memories of growing up Like a mixtape in my mind Been overplayed and hazy Now It broken can rewind I need to find a way back Maybe Doc can help me Build a time machine, and mend the past Console kids and family Console kids back in 95 Street Fighter II, blowing our minds Lived in each other's pockets, nothing's gonna stop us now Check the arcade for a coin or two, the ghost train's paying out Memories of growing up Like a mixtape in my mind Been overplayed and hazy now It's broken, can't rewind I need to find a way back Maybe Doc can help me Build a time machine to mend the past Console kids and family Years flashed by like a movie montage Big screen heroes sent to save us A Jedi Knight, Maverick or Goose We all felt the pain when he hit the roof But that pain was nothing compared to the cost A family united now fractured and lost Dusting off the old Nintendo, 88 on the dial This time machine's working, I can't help but smile Nostalgia and memories burst, like sun through the clouds That broken old mixtape, coming through loud I remember my family, my heart fills with pride Growing up in the 80s was a hell of a ride And there in the center, like light through the mist The console kids laughing, a scene that I've missed Memories of growing up Like a mixtape in my mind Been overplayed and hazy now It broken can rewind But I found my way back home again With Doc and Marty Build a time machine and heal the past Console kids and family Power chords fade through a neon haze Blockbuster nights and super nes days Back when dreams came on VHS And Friday nights felt limitless Rewind the tape, the static hum X-Men wrestling, chewing gum Your transform wallpaper, fireworks that shine As echoes of laughter freeze frame in time From Game Boys to Warp, inside A to B Our lives scored by pixel symphonies Now every loading screen and dial-up tone Feels like a call from my childhood home So here's to the heroes we made in our heads The cheat codes, the mixtapes, the words unsaid The cartridge breath, the CRTs glow Console kits forever, just hit start and go