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Pick One, Pick Two

Pick One, Pick Two is a Suno song by Alex Merced blending Melodic Prog Rock, published October 13, 2026. Hear it and view its verified details.

Type
Suno generation
Runtime
3:30
Published
Style
Melodic Prog Rock · IDM · Phonk
Suno model
v6

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How this recording was made

Created by Alex Merced with Suno; style tags, runtime, artwork, model version and lyrics are sourced from the public Suno recording metadata.

The musical arrangement and performance were generated with Suno from Alex’s creative direction. The title, published source, model label, style tags, artwork and text shown here come from the public recording metadata.

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[Verse 1]
You kept each seed in a silver tin,
Every road got a map pinned in.
You said, “One more branch, then I’ll decide,”
While the roots pulled hard from either side.

[Pre-Chorus]
A little yes to every door,
A little room for something more.
The trunk kept trying to hold them all—
Now every choice leans toward the fall.

[Chorus]
Pick one, pick two—your branches sway,
Too much sky and you bow that way.
Tick-tock, kick back, the roots dig deep,
You can’t grow every dream you keep.
Pick one, pick two—let some leaves go,
You’re not the whole forest, you know.

[Verse 2]
You grew a ladder beside the stairs,
A spare set of wings for the office chairs.
You planted a future in every pot,
Then wondered why the soil was not.

[Pre-Chorus]
A little yes to every door,
A little room for something more.
The trunk kept trying to hold them all—
Now every choice leans toward the fall.

[Chorus]
Pick one, pick two—your branches sway,
Too much sky and you bow that way.
Tick-tock, kick back, the roots dig deep,
You can’t grow every dream you keep.
Pick one, pick two—let some leaves go,
You’re not the whole forest, you know.

[Bridge]
The gardener brings a paper crown,
Says, “Choose a limb or lie face-down.”
You laugh, then hear the timber complain—
Every maybe has a weight and a name.

[Final Chorus]
Pick one, pick two—your branches sway,
Too much sky and you bow that way.
Tick-tock, kick back, the roots dig deep,
You can’t grow every dream you keep.
Pick one, pick two—let some leaves go,
Stand up straight with room to grow.

[Outro]
One branch reaches; one branch stays.
The tree can breathe when it makes its choice.

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