Lyrics Governors Ridge - Joey Vantes

Boy, I came up from all the hand-me-downs
Michael Phelps, I freestyle life and still I haven't drowned
Swing like money, man, I'm tryna get that money now
I ain't tryna flex I'm tryna hold my family down
Yeah, yeah, I pray to God I get to see 'em grow
See life real out in these streets, don't wanna lose my soul
I just wanna be around 'til I'm like 84
And get up out the slum and move to 90210
Huh, yeah you know I been doubtin' all my dreams lately
Speakin' out and workin' hard, seem like they been afraid of it
Like my favorite T-shirt but I still wear it
That's a revelation tellin' me I'm still caring
I haven't heard you in a while, kinda like a parent
Am I walkin' in Your path, guess the grace affair meant
Gotta chase it with the juice, it's a strong drink
A lot of voices in my head tellin' me what to think
But what you thinkin'

I apologize to everyone I ever hurt
Just understand it wasn't personal I went berserk
The little things they only made the situation worse
I know I can't get back the time more than any words
But I promise that I'll never be the same again
Maybe one day you and I we can go back to friends
Back to basics back to talkin' bout the latest trends
Back to vibin' over beats and kickin' back again
Yeah that's right, Harlem Shakin' in the back of vans
Switchin' color coordinations with the latest Tims
Headin' back down to the south so we could make amends
Cook up ten, turn to platinum hope that's how it ends
If it doesn't man I'm cool we gon' be alright
Ima see you in a minute on the other side
I'm just living in this love walkin' in the light
I just wanted you to know I flipped the pace for life
It's for life, yuh

I was stuck inside the deepest depression, inside a cold room no light
Holdin' my breath and I got nobody else to take my mind off of
Myself, I hate to be alone I mean I know it's bad for my health
Hopin' that my fuse would run out, I felt you love and reach out
Be my light shinin' then I felt you pull me right out
Workin' on a sailor knot, baby call the cops
Seein' astronauts, Listenin' to [?]

Thank God, thank God