JT

Produced by：Jon Bellion/Mark Williams/Raul "Volta" Cubina

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

I'm ready to go