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Yindé - No Morale Lyrics



Yindé - No Morale Lyrics
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Woah, ok, ok, ok
Givin' up my morals for a piece of the pie
Feeling hella morose though I know I'm divine
Sinnin on a Friday 'cuz that's why my Jesus died
But Sunday came, I tried to pray, and couldn't reach God
So, nigga, don't ask me how I been lately
Battling shit from my last life, still ain't finish shit here
Maybe this karmic debt won't clear
Maybe I'm so wound up, can't steer
Partly why, "I likes my liquor"
No, we can't hang out, dumb bitch
'Least not 'til my bank get bigger
'Least not 'til I make 8 figures,
21, 21 M's in a safe
I know Mama prays I stay pure
Heart too froze, wipe nose, cold case
Lord please, take this anger, merci
Beaucoup patience, but if I keep on numbing this pain
Then Imma just, imma just,
Imma just keep on keep on/
Givin' up my morals for a piece of the pie
Feeling hella morose though I know I'm divine
Sinnin on a Friday 'cuz that's why my Jesus died
But Sunday came, I tried to pray, and couldn't reach God
Okay now I admit that sometimes under pressure, I fold
Plus you know that everything that glitters ain't gold
You can have the world, but nigga, it'll cost your soul
So if you down, let's run this town
Get faded while we f*ck it up, f*ck it up
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Woah, ok, ok, ok
Givin' up my morals for a piece of the pie
Feeling hella morose though I know I'm divine
Sinnin on a Friday 'cuz that's why my Jesus died
But Sunday came, I tried to pray, and couldn't reach God
So, nigga, don't ask me how I been lately
Battling shit from my last life, still ain't finish shit here
Maybe this karmic debt won't clear
Maybe I'm so wound up, can't steer
Partly why, "I likes my liquor"
No, we can't hang out, dumb bitch
'Least not 'til my bank get bigger
'Least not 'til I make 8 figures,
21, 21 M's in a safe
I know Mama prays I stay pure
Heart too froze, wipe nose, cold case
Lord please, take this anger, merci
Beaucoup patience, but if I keep on numbing this pain
Then Imma just, imma just,
Imma just keep on keep on/
Givin' up my morals for a piece of the pie
Feeling hella morose though I know I'm divine
Sinnin on a Friday 'cuz that's why my Jesus died
But Sunday came, I tried to pray, and couldn't reach God
Okay now I admit that sometimes under pressure, I fold
Plus you know that everything that glitters ain't gold
You can have the world, but nigga, it'll cost your soul
So if you down, let's run this town
Get faded while we f*ck it up, f*ck it up
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Writer: Ayinde Muhammad
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Performed By: Yindé
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Ayinde Muhammad
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