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letra de dirt on the name of steven - zheani

[intro]
aaron

[chorus (condensed)]
i can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck, i got stories to tell

[verse 1]
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 f-ckin’ freedom, i got my eastern dreamin
swimmin’, he’s a fiend, chances are he’ll make a scene
there he goes again, rude c-nt, real c-nt
(yah) mongrel blood is deeper, drownin’ with no culture
some boys think they’re predators when they’re really vultures
h-ll 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 wh0re
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 f-ckin took that call, reaper man was at his door
and when he died his heart was sore
[chorus]
and i can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck i got stories to tell
and i can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck i got stories to tell, i got stories..

[verse 2]
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 sh-t with tears in my eyes (yah)
i find it hard to sleep, c-nt
i’m thinking of some whack sh-t
the demons of the past are always f-ckin’ in the back seat
sugar cane and bad heat
mosquito bites and dank weed
the kids that once harassed me
will never f-cking pass me
red dust in the rear view, i can’t f-cking see you
i got a bad man, he keeps the bad man at the door
’96 bonnie and clyde, mother f-ck the law
bubba grew up poor, that’s why i want it all
[chorus (extended)]
i can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck i got stories to tell
and i can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck i got stories to tell, i got stories..
can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck i got stories to tell
and i can’t forgive him or myself
“na zdrowie!” pour it out for health
just a mutt b-tch that grew up in h-ll
and f-ck i got stories to tell, i got stories..

- zheani

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