Nästa Nivå (Final Audition) - Chance Croall

[Vers]
Who'd have thought, life would help me pick a spot
Let me out these rotten cotton fields, I need hip-hop
Gotta leave the grim spots, jobs are for the dim lost
They fog away my win and dreams to be picked up
My story till this day, may it blossom and decay
Heart is back home but my mind's far away
Where did I go?
Does anybody know? (Huh)
Passion come and passion go
Money, bitches, fashion clothes
Everything is valuable till everything's accessible
If you want that bloody gold, sign it with a muddy cold
Hand over your passion then hand on over your bloody soul

[Refräng]
We all wanna be seen
And maybe catch us some green, I need it honestly
This life is magic to me
So take a good long stare 'cause I am gonna get me there