Make Me Free Songtext
von Che Lingo

Ah-yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

I ain′t spoke to bro in like a week
Told me leave my feelings in the streets
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak
Said money don′t make me happy, it make me freak
It make me freak
Like a week
Told me leave my feelings in the streets
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak (Yeah)
It make me freak


My brother told me to grind cah the time′s shorter
Just bought a runaround, said that it′s
Cold on the road but the ice flawless
Came from the underground, pushin' that
Snow in the snow like a white walker
Only had mum around, I want a different
Upbringin′ for my daughter, yeah (Well done)
Money make man do madness, had to
Tell bro "Don't lower your standards"
Cah we go way back, juices, Pampers
Moves and matches, bruises, fractures
When you grew up like we did, you
Can′t perceive your youth as practice
DND, he's on dark mode, gettin′ the
Grams, smokin' the fruits and captions

In like a week
Told me leave my feelings in the streets
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak
Said money don′t make me happy, it make me freak
Like a week
Told me leave my feelings in the streets
Said money don′t make me happy, it make me freak
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak
It make me freak


Apprehensive when I call bro
Sometimes I just wanna know if you′re cool, bro
I heard a madness happened in the ends
Everybody wanna play whodunnit like Cluedo
Who got hit with the what and the where?
At the top of the stairs 'cause of what a man bothered to wear
And imagine that wasn′t a breh
Oh, you wasn't aware?
Sad ting, don′t know why man play with this gang ting
Lord knows the dangerous actions that
Man couldn't evade and got trapped in
Now it's all cages and cyphers, all flowers, graves and bare captions
If I call and brodie′s on M-way, I pray they don′t catch him

I ain't spoke to bro in like a week
Told me leave my feelings in the streets
Said money don′t make me happy, it make me freak
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak
It make me freak
Like a week
Told me leave my feelings in the streets
Said money don′t make me happy, it make me freak
Said money don't make me happy, it make me freak
It make me freak

Yeah
Brother that was movin′ the bits and he got one in his arm
But luckily, he got it movin' again
I got a brudda that got eight in the belly
First week they had him cookin' already but I was losin′ my shit
I got a brudda that got hit in the neck
For another brudda he was tryna protect
A thorn rose is a beautiful thing, still
It comes with a few little pricks, but
This money might make me free