paroles de chanson Morals - Don HardRisk
Yeah
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
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