Jon Bellion - JT lyrics

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, 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

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

(Far away, Hardaway)
(Holiday, don't mean John Travolta)
(Far away, Hardaway)
(Holiday, don't mean John Travolta)
Lay me down, put me out (Far away)
Call me home (Hardaway)
(Holiday, don't mean John Travolta)
(Don't mean John Travolta)
Call me home (Glory Sound Prep)
I'm ready to go