Jt Lyrics - 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) 

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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 

Photos 

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 

I'm ready to go