Chosen (feat. Andrew Hall)

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Merc

Merc is an American musical artist who gained prominence in the late 2010s. He is known for his soulful and emotive style, combining elements of R&B, pop, and alternative music. Merc's music focuses on introspective lyrics often exploring themes of love, heartbreak, and personal growth. With his distinctive vocals and a captivating stage presence, Merc has captivated audiences and continues to make strides in the music industry. more »

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Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Do you think for a minute
You ain't got what it takes
They say you ain't going to go far
They say the same thing about me
Say that we can't shoot far
Say that we got to stay in our league
Say we got to not be something
Not be something special
Me you we never gone make it
Oh
But check out the look on they faces now

Look like you just saw your own death
Standing over your body with cold breath
Coming out of your mouth and it is illuminating
Huh
I guess karma was the cooperate
I guess todays age communication
Ain't just human nature
It's complications elevated just by asking favors
And that's not how our momma's raised us
Now let's go get this paper
Chilling smoking on some vapor
No spilling rolling all exotic flavors
Until I'm higher than a motherfucker
Tired as a motherfucker
Trying to find a lighter in this motherfucking
Keep my wheels going
Like a tire in this motherfucker
Damn
And there he goes again
Trying to separate the foes from friends
And no I don't know when it ends
But I do know trust your kin
They the only ones that really believing that you been chosen
And you goes in

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Do you think for a minute
You ain't got what it takes
They say you ain't going to go far
They say the same thing about me
Say that we can't shoot far
Say that we got to stay in our league
Say we got to not be something
Not be something special
Me you we never gone make it
Oh
But check out the look on they faces now

I'm the type that's scared to look at reflections
Feel like I see the sadness in myself
And yet I preach the lessons
Youngest of seven
Outside calm and collected
Inside confused and reckless
Like what if this isn't for me
And I misconstrued a message
But when I start to doubt these things
My mind jumps off a balcony
Good thing it's got a parachute
Cause it's falling a thousand feet
Until it gets back to my skeleton
Then I wake up from a dream with talking elephants
Telling me I'm heaven sent
I could heal a bunch of sickness
With no medicine
The lightbulb is going off in my head again
That's word to Edison
My mind reflects my etiquette
In time I hope I'm proven right
I'm tired of waking up
Feeling like I'm not living life
I've had too many nights laying awake
Thinking about ripping mics
Whatever apple you pick in life
Make sure its ripe

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Do you think for a minute
You ain't got what it takes
They say you ain't going to go far
They say the same thing about me
Say that we can't shoot far
Say that we got to stay in our league
Say we got to not be something
Not be something special
Me you we never gone make it
Oh
But check out the look on they faces now

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