Bad Boy Chiller Crew, Chris Nichols - Free lyrics
[Bad Boy Chiller Crew, Chris Nichols - Free lyrics]
Brother and sister, together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will lift you and take you there
I know you've been hurtin' but I've been here waitin' to be there for you
And I'll be there just helping you up
Whenever I can
'Cause
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's
Yo, let's fly out where the sun shines brighter
I need a break, kick back, let's hide out
Bradford boys all dressed in designer
Drinks on drinks, that's on the horizon
Poolside chillin', boys still winnin'
We ain't gonna stop 'til the whole thing finished
Dance all night, what I came to do
Hands in the air, I'ma raise the roof
Yo, yo, a couple of bad boys, we attract noise
Lookin' for the police and the tabloids
Swear down when you sees me you jet
Gs from the west, no sleep on the jet
No rest for the best, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Live life on the edge, I'm high for the meds
Shit's changed up, now I flip the script
Yo, pull up like Richie Rich
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's
Yo, let's vibe out, make times to remember
Three-day bender, see where we end up
I just wanna go where the sun's still shinin'
Jet ski vibin', boys still ridin'
See man shinin', lights on horizons
Go where I wanna go, flights to the islands
Nightlife lover, we ain't like no other
Boys on tour, I'm nice my brother
Yo, big tactics on the decks
Don't mess with the best 'cause the best don't mess
Yo, couple bad boys from the west
No time for the stress, I'm live for the deck
Yo, 'course I'm the life of the party
I send the whole place barmy
I'm a boy, you my boy, you can ask GK
All sold out, now the boys get paid
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's
I'm a Bradford bull and I'm a city gent
I'm a P-I-M-P like 50 Cent
I make the traction go when I hit the bend
Whip the bends, pull up and I hit your ken
I'm a rude boy, go and ask about me
Bradford boys get the party started
I ain't gonna lie, man, I love this life
Dance all night, got the boys inside
Mandem free, shots on me
Let's fly out to the sand and sea
Bikes and jeeps, licence clean
I'm on the, shh, no time for the sleep
Flights for the night, tryna make this paper
Light in my eyes, on stage I'm dangerous
Drinks at mine, no time for the neighbours
Boys on bikes, still rippin' up acres
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's