JT

Jon Bellion

A song a day for six years
Seems like light years away from today (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Too many coincidences
And instances of God's hand, it's insane (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I thought my way to greatness
I could claim this, but He gave me the brain (hey, hey, hey, hey)
(You know what I'm saying?)
And those thoughts can get confusing, it's amusing
But tonight, we celebrate (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Lay me down, put me out
Call me home, let me know
I'm ready to go
'Cause I was down, now, I've flown
Oh, what's reality lately?

Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don't mean John Travolta

Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don't mean John Travolta
And I don't mean John Travolta (yeah)
And I don't mean John Travolta

Dancing under sunset, in the mountains
Just reflecting for the day (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I've seen this in my head a million times
But to see it come to life is just insane (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Champagne and orange juice
Mimosas were pulp fiction in the way (hey, hey, hey, hey)
That all can get confusing, it's amusing, but tonight
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, celebrate!)

Lay me down, put me out
Call me home, let me know
I'm ready to go
'Cause I was down, now, I've flown
Oh, what's reality lately? (Oh)

Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don't mean John Travolta

Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don't mean John Travolta

Put me out
Call me home, let me know
I'm ready to go
'Cause I was down, now, I've flown
Oh, what's reality lately? (oh)

Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don't mean John Travolta

Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don't mean John Travolta

Far away
Hardaway
Holiday
Don't mean John Travolta

Far away
Hardaway
Holiday
Don't mean John Travolta

Lay me down
(Far away) put me out
(Hardaway) call me home
(Holiday
Don't mean John Travolta)

(Don't mean John Travolta)
Call me home
I'm ready to go



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