I can't stop this music traveling round with me wherever I go It's playing for you I can't stop the voice unraveling round me whatever I do It's talking to you The world dances to the rhythm of its own Heart beating for you, however you lose So speak to

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and

What you doin'? Hold on let me turn down the music I can't hear you. Come on man, who's this? What you got on? Ha-ha, come on stop playin'. I ain't got on shit.

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and

We The Best Music Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me Unless the said party is a rare breed The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me At this point now, rap is only therapy President Push, I'm more Eric B I ain't no joke, check out my melody

Save it for a rainy day Gonna take this heartbreak and tuck it away 'Cause the sun's too bright, The sky's too blue Beer's too cold to be thinking about you Yeah, the music's too good, My friends are all out And they're all too high to be bringing 'em

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well, I heard there was a secret chord That David played to please the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well, it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the

Hallelujah, hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major

Hallelujah, hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major

Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up for you I give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up for you All this for you Hear This Music Top down in the window with the AC set, all by ourselves now And you know what I want and I want that shit