Текст песни Chosen - Malachi

I will bless those who bless you
I will curse those who curse you

You are my chosen people

I woke up in a Lamborghini tinted windows for the king
So the haters can't see me
But it was hard for me to get it
I had to close my eyes just to see it
Levitate! Levitate! Levitate! Levitate!
Whoooo!
All these diamonds, pretty girls how can I consentrate
She drop and make it shake
I can feel the earthquake
Rumors on the ground
Getting too loud turn that shid down I can't hear myself think
Turbulence
Almost spill my drink
In the White House with a mink
I'm not perfect just a perfect pick
Chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen
When I was kicked in the dirt
I heard "the meek shall inherit the Earth"
I came to heal the broken hearted
Help the poor and Free the slaves
If I part the sea
Tell me
Would you ride my wave?
Would you ride my wave?
Would you ride my wave?
Tell me
Would you ride my wave
My wave
How many people would ride my wave
If I part the sea
Tell me would you ride my wave
My wave
My wave!
Naw! You probably too scared to ride my wave!

wake up in the morning fighting a hundred haters
Fake friends want to see me on the respirator
The clouds is open
The sun is shining, I know I'm chosen