paroles de chanson Morals - Don HardRisk

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Reporting live from La Verriere
What is morals man
I don′t think I ain't got no morals

They take advantage when they see you smiling (Cha, cha, cha)
They run you over when you keep silence (They do, they do)
I got no manners in the streets my nigga (I ain′t got no manners)
I got no moral in the streets my nigga (I ain't got none of that)
I left my morals at my mamma's crib (Yeah I did, I did)
I get respect whenever I′m in the streets (Yeah I do, I do)
I got no manners in the streets in my nigga (I ain′t got none of that)
I got no morals in the streets my nigga

Yea I broke hearts, but I healed some too
Mistakes on a plate, and that's my own damn stew
Returning the favors
I′m hitting the quaver
Exposing the traitor, the flow is like vapor
Smoking clean, I left my manners at my mamma's crib
Coz in the streets, they take advantage when you show your teeth
Gotta be strong, hard-headed and cold-hearted
Raped at 10 years old, my parents never knew about it
Got my first head, made me smart enough
Didn′t know what was happening but I was man enough
But now the secret is out, ain't got nothing to lose
Chilling in Toulouse
Some niggas never had a clue bruh

They take advantage when they see you smiling (Cha, cha, cha)
They run you over when you keep silence (They do, they do)
I got no manners in the streets my nigga (I ain′t got no manners)
I got no moral in the streets my nigga (I ain't got none of that)
I left my morals at my mamma's crib (Yeah I did, I did)
I get respect whenever I′m in the streets (Yeah I do, I do)
I got no manners in the streets in my nigga (I ain′t got none of that)
I got no morals in the streets my nigga

I'm not a bad guy
I just make bad decisions
And people say I changed but I say that they never knew me
They never help me, never loved me, always expecting
Pirahã Tribe, never sleeping, I′m always saving
I just came from a cocoon and I ain't going back
Making music for the lost souls, prophecies coming back
Respect got me, everything that I ever wanted
Stay humble, it don′t mean you can run me over
Broken piano keys, sounding lonely in my earpiece
Broken headphones, takes the pain and gives me peace
Emotion is the father of all error
Now, watch the granddad turn tears to all terrors

They take advantage when they see you smiling (Cha, cha, cha)
They run you over when you keep silence (They do, they do)
I got no manners in the streets my nigga (I ain't got no manners)
I got no moral in the streets my nigga (I ain′t got none of that)
I left my morals at my mamma's crib (Yeah I did, I did)
I get respect whenever I'm in the streets (Yeah I do, I do)
I got no manners in the streets in my nigga (I ain′t got none of that)
I got no morals in the streets my nigga