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Make It Make Sense
Hip-Hop/Rap
Make It Make Sense was released on December 19, 2025 by MavFit. LLC, under exclusive license to MavFit. Publishing as a part of the album I Thought You Would Change
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Release DateDecember 19, 2025
LabelMavFit. LLC, under exclusive license to MavFit. Publishing
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charly Mavric.
Charly Mavric.
Background Vocals, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Jones
Charles Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charly Mavric.
Charly Mavric.
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I, I
Thought, thought
You, you
Would change, would change
I got a band…nine hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine of em
One mo’ dollar and it’s looking like a million and I’m looking like the villain how I lined it up
Ain’t shit changed, still, nothing was the same, got damn my ****, can you make it make sense?
Can you? No!
Faded pictures, broken frames, dying for the whips and chains, sold your soul for a mothafuckin…hit
Don’t ask me how I’m doing dawg, or how many I’m moving dawg
You need to ask me, how I do it dawg
How I’m constantly in first ahead of all of yall
And this right here, ain’t for one and all
Nah, this right here, this for none of yall
This my shit and I got greedy
Might burn up yo peace treaty, now yo President, gotta see me
You could never be me, I’m a grade A ****
Retrogrades deplete me better play it safe ****
Took the knife outta my back, left by a fake friend
True friends, they gon stab you in the front in the end
This the beginning, this a new wave, a new age
That’s what they selling, all they did was buy a new cage
Waking up in a trap like some blind mice
On any given day we breaking out when the time’s right, cuz…
I got a band…nine hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine of em
One mo’ dollar and it’s looking like a million and I’m looking like the villain how I lined it up
Ain’t shit changed, still, nothing was the same, got damn my ****, can you make it make sense?
Can you? No!
Faded pictures, broken frames, dying for the whips and chains, sold your soul for a mothafuckin…hit
Don’t judge me off my wins, judge me off my losses, cuz I have so few
Ahh shit, here we go again, everybody claim they bosses when they have no proof
But look,
I got a band…nine hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred ninety nine of em
One mo’ dollar and it’s looking like a million and I’m looking like the villain how I lined it up
Ain’t shit changed, still, nothing was the same, got damn my ****, can you make it make sense?
Can you? No!
Faded pictures, broken frames, dying for the whips and chains, sold your soul for a mothafuckin…hit
…and I thought you would change
Written by: Charles Jones
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