Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Camille Trczinski
Chœurs
Daron Lameek
Chœurs
Melissa McMillan
Chœurs
NY.LO.
Voix supplémentaires
Samira Gibson
Chœurs
Sheldon-Ray Murray
Chœurs
Travis Mendes
Chœurs
Raul Cubina
Programmation
Jon Bellion
Chant
Mark "Oji" Williams
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Bellion
Paroles/Composition
Travis Mendes
Paroles/Composition
Raul Cubina
Paroles/Composition
Mark "Oji" Williams
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Galland
Ingénierie de mixage
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
NY.LO.
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ben Dotson
Ingénierie de montage
John Arbuckle
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Raul Cubina
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jon Bellion
Production
Mark "Oji" Williams
Production
Paroles
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
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Travis Franklyn Mendes, Jonathan David Bellion, Raul Ignacio Cubina
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