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

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.

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

I wouldn't know where to start "Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark" Be still "My Foolish Heart," Don't ruin this on me I wouldn't know where I wouldn't know where, I wouldn't know where I came in from the outside Burnt out from the joy ride She likes to

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 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 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

These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights People try to take my soul away, but I don't hear the rap that they all say They try to tell us we don't belong, that's alright, we're millions strong This is my music, it makes me proud, these are my people

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

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