Music Is My Feeling

Give money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling. Give you money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling. Give you money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling. Count the hours, count the moves. Moves. Every second shapes the groove. Numbers spin, the pace stays tight. Hmm. Chasing signals day and night. No shortcuts, no easy road. Just the rhythm, just the flow. Every choice leaves a mark, I know. This is how the story goes. Give you money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling. Give you money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling. Stocks grow quiet, whispers loud. Loud, loud. Crowds shift, shadows move in the crowd. Oh. I, I don't chase what others praise. Praise, praise. I follow the sound that never fades. Fades, fades. Give you money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling. Give you money. Soul is calling everybody. Music is my feeling.