"changes" lyrics

[Joey Valence:]
Handle on my life like a DualShock
It's me against the world like I'm Tupac
Realized I was going through changes
Saying to myself that that's just the way it is
But is that just the way it is?
Man, I don't even know what fuckin' day it is
Got the Bimmer, ultra-light beaming
Going through the seasons, just tryna find the meaning

And I found out what love is
And I found what hate is
My parents getting older
I look at their faces
And I went through my winter
And the weather got colder
She sat on my shoulder
It was so good to hold her

So don't look down
'Cause you're on top of the world
You're on top of the world
So don't look down
'Cause you're on top of the world
You're on top of the world

[Brae:]
Thank God I showed up for me
Thank God I befriended JV
I used to aim for bare minimum
Google us now and see a million images
And I missed a couple birthdays
And I missed a couple holidays
That gold path's real hard to follow
Tunnel vision makes you feel hollow

Ghosts of my past always wanna check in
You don't even know me, never knew me for a second
Eight tours down and I'm getting pretty good at this
I remember when it was chicken nuggets and Hampton Inns

Yo, so welcome to the good life
I want mini-mes, I want a pretty wife
I want a fast car, I wanna do it all
I got my head in the clouds, I will never fall

[Joey Valence & Brae:]
So don't look down
'Cause you're on top of the world
You're on top of the world
So don't look down
'Cause you're on top of the world
I'm on top of the world, it's amazing
You're on top of the world
Everything changes

[Joey Valence:]
So put your hands up one time
This is hello, bitch, it's not goodbye
Everybody wants a piece of the good life
Bitch, I'm chillin' on a beach in New Zealand

Shop so much, I say, "I need this"
You always wonder what the missing piece is
It's not the shoes or the car, or the clothes
But a Porsche and a 'rari sound nice, although

I see the look on their faces
Travel so much, I can speak another language
Guess I'm kinda famous
Still with the ones that I came with
Even after all of these changes

Three albums in three years
I see the vision so clear
So go and put your hands in the air
It's a joyride, bitch, let go of the wheel

Bounce
Dance, bounce
Dance, bounce
(Be your-fucking-self, love yourself and do whatever the fuck you wanna do)
Dance, bounce