Lyrics Jon Bellion

Jon Bellion

JT

A song a day for six years seems like lightyears 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)

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

But now my beats make fees for holidays in Greece

And I don't mean John Travolta

Remember dreams seemed far away

Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway

But now my beats make fees 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

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 the way (hey, hey, hey, hey)

That can all 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

But now my beats make fees for holidays in Greece

And I don't mean John Travolta

Remember dreams seemed far away

Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway

But now my beats make fees 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

But now my beats make fees for holidays in Greece

And I don't mean John Travolta

Remember dreams seemed far away

Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway

But now my beats make fees for holidays in Greece

And I don't mean John Travolta

Far away

Hardaway

Holiday

Don't mean John Travolta

Far away

Hardaway

Holiday

Put me out

Call me home

Far away

And I don't mean John Travolta

Don't mean John Travolta

Call me home

I'm ready to go