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 (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, put me out

Call me home

(Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta)

(Don't mean John Travolta)

Call me home (Glory Sound Prep)

I’m ready to go