Dirt On The Name Of Steven - Zheani

I can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell

They called my dad a creeper when they stripped me away from him

On sad days I believed them, dirt on the name of Steven

Teenage cuts, cuts that ain’t stopped bleeding

To feel is fuckin' freedom, I got my Eastern Dreamin

Swimmin', he’s a fiend, chances are he’ll make a scene

There he goes again, rude cunt, real cunt

(Yah) Mongrel blood is deeper, drownin' with no culture

Some boys think they’re predators when they’re really vultures

Hell is bubblin' over, tell me can you smell the sulfur?

Take another toke and melt into the sofa

You need a bad man to keep the bad men at the door

Only God is keeping score, I’m Madonna and the whore

And they keep on wanting more and I keep on letting blood

Even though I gave it all, mind’s racing back and forth

Shoulda fuckin' took that call, reaper man was at his door

And when he died his heart was sore

I can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell

I can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell, I got stories…

These country kids are spittin' as they’re calling me a freak

But I’m on a winning spree, despite of my pedigree

Always thought I was better, my momma calls me judgemental

Thats why I’m not sentimental

And the past I have left it behind

But the guilt it is still on my mind

At the funeral I couldn’t cry

I rap this shit with tears in my eyes (Yah)

I find it hard to sleep, cunt

I’m thinking of some whack shit

The demons of the past are always fuckin' in the back seat

Sugar cane and bad heat

Mosquito bites and dank weed

The kids that once harassed me

Will never fucking pass me

Red dust in the rear view, I can’t fucking see you

I got a bad man, he keeps the bad man at the door

'96 Bonnie and Clyde, mother fuck the law

Bubba grew up poor, that’s why I want it all

I can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell

And I can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell, I got stories…

Can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell

And I can’t forgive him or myself

«Na zdrowie!»

Pour it out for health

Just a mutt bitch that grew up in hell

And fuck, I got stories to tell, I got stories…