JT
A song a day for six years
Seems like light years away from today
(Hey, hey, hey)
Too many coincidences and instances
Of God's hand, it's insane
(Hey, hey, hey)
I thought my way to greatness
I could claim this, but He gave me the brain
(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)
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
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)
I've seen this in my head a million times
But to see it come to life is just insane (hey, hey, hey)
Champagne and orange juice
Mimosas were Pulp Fiction in the way
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 (oh!)
'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
(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 (far away, Hardaway)
(Don't mean John Travolta)
(Don't mean John Travolta)
Call me home
I'm ready to go
Seems like light years away from today
(Hey, hey, hey)
Too many coincidences and instances
Of God's hand, it's insane
(Hey, hey, hey)
I thought my way to greatness
I could claim this, but He gave me the brain
(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)
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
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)
I've seen this in my head a million times
But to see it come to life is just insane (hey, hey, hey)
Champagne and orange juice
Mimosas were Pulp Fiction in the way
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 (oh!)
'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
(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 (far away, Hardaway)
(Don't mean John Travolta)
(Don't mean John Travolta)
Call me home
I'm ready to go
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Travis Franklyn Mendes, Jonathan David Bellion, Raul Ignacio Cubina
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