Dirt On The Name Of Steven Chords by Zheani
Tempo:
106.65 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
C
Fm
Db
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Ab]
[C] [Fm] I can't forgive him or [Ab] myself, the stroke he'll pour it out for [C] health
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
[Fm] They call my dad a creeper when they strip me away from [Ab] him
On side days I [C] believed them, that on [Fm] the name of Stephen
Teenage [Ab] cuts, constant ace I'm bleeding to feel his fucking [C] freedom
I got my [Fm] ace in dreaming, see him and he's [Ab] a fiend
Chances he'll make a scene, there he goes again, [C] rude cunt, real [Fm] cunt
[Db] Mongrel blood is deeper, drowning [Ab] with no culture
Some boys think [C] they're predators when [Fm] they're really vultures
Hell is [Db] bumping over, tell me can you smell [Ab] the sofa
Take another [C] toast, get spouted [Fm] into the sofa
You need a [Db] Batman to keep the [Ab] Batman at the door
Holy bodies keep the [C] score, I'm a daughter in [Fm] the whore
And they keep on wanting [Db] more, and I keep on [Ab] letting blood
Even though I [C] gave it all, my [Fm] space is back and forth
Should've fucking took that full [Ab] creeper, man was at his door
And when he died [C] his heart was sore
[Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Eb] myself
[Ab] The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch that [Eb] grew up in hell, [Ab] and fuck I got stories [C] to tell
And [Fm] I can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it out for [C] hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
These [Fm] country kids are skidding as [Ab] they're pulling me afraid
But I'm on a [C] winning streak
Despite [Fm] all my pedigree, always thought I was better
[Ab] My mama calls me judgmental, that's why I'm not [C] sentimental
[Fm] And the past I have left it [Db] behind
[Ab] But the guilt is still on my [C] mind
At [Fm] the funeral I couldn't [Db] cry
[Ab] I wrapped this shit with tears in [C] my eyes
[Fm] I'm finding it hard to [Ab] sleep
I'm thinking of some wack shit, the demons of the [C] past are always fucking [Fm] in the backseat
Sugar cane [Ab] and bad heat, mosquito bites and tanquees
The kids that [C] once harassed me will never [Fm] fucking pass me
Red dusk in the [Ab] rear view, I can't fucking see you
I got a [C] Batman, he keeps a [Fm] thousand and four
96, Bonnie and [Db] Clyde, mother fuck [Ab] the law
Papa grew up [C] poor, that's why I want [Fm] it all
Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch like [Eb] brew up in hell
[Ab] And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
[Fm] And I can't fake it, give him [Ab] all myself
The stripy I'll pour [C] it out for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew up [Ab] in hell
And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
I got stories [Fm] to tell
Can't fake it, give [Ab] him all myself
The stripy I'll pour it out [C] for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew [Ab] up in hell
And fuck I got [C] stories to tell
[Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
[Cm] [Fm] [Ab]
[C] [Gb]
[C] [Fm] I can't forgive him or [Ab] myself, the stroke he'll pour it out for [C] health
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
[Fm] They call my dad a creeper when they strip me away from [Ab] him
On side days I [C] believed them, that on [Fm] the name of Stephen
Teenage [Ab] cuts, constant ace I'm bleeding to feel his fucking [C] freedom
I got my [Fm] ace in dreaming, see him and he's [Ab] a fiend
Chances he'll make a scene, there he goes again, [C] rude cunt, real [Fm] cunt
[Db] Mongrel blood is deeper, drowning [Ab] with no culture
Some boys think [C] they're predators when [Fm] they're really vultures
Hell is [Db] bumping over, tell me can you smell [Ab] the sofa
Take another [C] toast, get spouted [Fm] into the sofa
You need a [Db] Batman to keep the [Ab] Batman at the door
Holy bodies keep the [C] score, I'm a daughter in [Fm] the whore
And they keep on wanting [Db] more, and I keep on [Ab] letting blood
Even though I [C] gave it all, my [Fm] space is back and forth
Should've fucking took that full [Ab] creeper, man was at his door
And when he died [C] his heart was sore
[Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Eb] myself
[Ab] The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch that [Eb] grew up in hell, [Ab] and fuck I got stories [C] to tell
And [Fm] I can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it out for [C] hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
These [Fm] country kids are skidding as [Ab] they're pulling me afraid
But I'm on a [C] winning streak
Despite [Fm] all my pedigree, always thought I was better
[Ab] My mama calls me judgmental, that's why I'm not [C] sentimental
[Fm] And the past I have left it [Db] behind
[Ab] But the guilt is still on my [C] mind
At [Fm] the funeral I couldn't [Db] cry
[Ab] I wrapped this shit with tears in [C] my eyes
[Fm] I'm finding it hard to [Ab] sleep
I'm thinking of some wack shit, the demons of the [C] past are always fucking [Fm] in the backseat
Sugar cane [Ab] and bad heat, mosquito bites and tanquees
The kids that [C] once harassed me will never [Fm] fucking pass me
Red dusk in the [Ab] rear view, I can't fucking see you
I got a [C] Batman, he keeps a [Fm] thousand and four
96, Bonnie and [Db] Clyde, mother fuck [Ab] the law
Papa grew up [C] poor, that's why I want [Fm] it all
Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch like [Eb] brew up in hell
[Ab] And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
[Fm] And I can't fake it, give him [Ab] all myself
The stripy I'll pour [C] it out for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew up [Ab] in hell
And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
I got stories [Fm] to tell
Can't fake it, give [Ab] him all myself
The stripy I'll pour it out [C] for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew [Ab] up in hell
And fuck I got [C] stories to tell
[Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
[Cm] [Fm] [Ab]
[C] [Gb]
Key:
Ab
C
Fm
Db
Eb
Ab
C
Fm
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
[C] _ [Fm] I can't forgive him or [Ab] myself, the stroke he'll pour it out for [C] health
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
[Fm] They call my dad a creeper when they strip me away from [Ab] him
On side days I [C] believed them, that on [Fm] the name of Stephen
Teenage [Ab] cuts, constant ace I'm bleeding to feel his fucking [C] freedom
I got my [Fm] ace in dreaming, see him and he's [Ab] a fiend
Chances he'll make a scene, there he goes again, [C] rude cunt, real [Fm] cunt
[Db] Mongrel blood is deeper, drowning [Ab] with no culture
Some boys think [C] they're predators when [Fm] they're really vultures
Hell is [Db] bumping over, tell me can you smell [Ab] the sofa
Take another [C] toast, get spouted [Fm] into the sofa
You need a [Db] Batman to keep the [Ab] Batman at the door
Holy bodies keep the [C] score, I'm a daughter in [Fm] the whore
And they keep on wanting [Db] more, and I keep on [Ab] letting blood
Even though I [C] gave it all, my [Fm] space is back and forth
Should've fucking took that full [Ab] creeper, man was at his door
And when he died [C] his heart was sore
_ [Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Eb] myself
[Ab] The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch that [Eb] grew up in hell, [Ab] and fuck I got stories [C] to tell
And [Fm] I can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it out for [C] hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
These [Fm] country kids are skidding as [Ab] they're pulling me afraid
But I'm on a [C] winning streak
Despite [Fm] all my pedigree, always thought I was better
[Ab] My mama calls me judgmental, that's why I'm not [C] sentimental
[Fm] And the past I have left it [Db] behind
[Ab] But the guilt is still on my [C] mind
At [Fm] the funeral I couldn't [Db] cry
[Ab] I wrapped this shit with tears in [C] my eyes
_ [Fm] _ I'm finding it hard to [Ab] sleep
I'm thinking of some wack shit, the demons of the [C] past are always fucking [Fm] in the backseat
Sugar cane [Ab] and bad heat, mosquito bites and tanquees
The kids that [C] once harassed me will never [Fm] fucking pass me
Red dusk in the [Ab] rear view, I can't fucking see you
I got a [C] Batman, he keeps a [Fm] thousand and four
96, Bonnie and [Db] Clyde, mother fuck [Ab] the law
Papa grew up [C] poor, that's why I want [Fm] it all
Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch like [Eb] brew up in hell
[Ab] And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
[Fm] And I can't fake it, give him [Ab] all myself
The stripy I'll pour [C] it out for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew up [Ab] in hell
And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
I got stories [Fm] to tell
Can't fake it, give [Ab] him all myself
The stripy I'll pour it out [C] for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew [Ab] up in hell
And fuck I got [C] stories to tell
_ [Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [Fm] I can't forgive him or [Ab] myself, the stroke he'll pour it out for [C] health
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
[Fm] They call my dad a creeper when they strip me away from [Ab] him
On side days I [C] believed them, that on [Fm] the name of Stephen
Teenage [Ab] cuts, constant ace I'm bleeding to feel his fucking [C] freedom
I got my [Fm] ace in dreaming, see him and he's [Ab] a fiend
Chances he'll make a scene, there he goes again, [C] rude cunt, real [Fm] cunt
[Db] Mongrel blood is deeper, drowning [Ab] with no culture
Some boys think [C] they're predators when [Fm] they're really vultures
Hell is [Db] bumping over, tell me can you smell [Ab] the sofa
Take another [C] toast, get spouted [Fm] into the sofa
You need a [Db] Batman to keep the [Ab] Batman at the door
Holy bodies keep the [C] score, I'm a daughter in [Fm] the whore
And they keep on wanting [Db] more, and I keep on [Ab] letting blood
Even though I [C] gave it all, my [Fm] space is back and forth
Should've fucking took that full [Ab] creeper, man was at his door
And when he died [C] his heart was sore
_ [Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Eb] myself
[Ab] The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch that [Eb] grew up in hell, [Ab] and fuck I got stories [C] to tell
And [Fm] I can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it out for [C] hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch that grew up [Ab] in hell, and fuck I got stories to [C] tell
These [Fm] country kids are skidding as [Ab] they're pulling me afraid
But I'm on a [C] winning streak
Despite [Fm] all my pedigree, always thought I was better
[Ab] My mama calls me judgmental, that's why I'm not [C] sentimental
[Fm] And the past I have left it [Db] behind
[Ab] But the guilt is still on my [C] mind
At [Fm] the funeral I couldn't [Db] cry
[Ab] I wrapped this shit with tears in [C] my eyes
_ [Fm] _ I'm finding it hard to [Ab] sleep
I'm thinking of some wack shit, the demons of the [C] past are always fucking [Fm] in the backseat
Sugar cane [Ab] and bad heat, mosquito bites and tanquees
The kids that [C] once harassed me will never [Fm] fucking pass me
Red dusk in the [Ab] rear view, I can't fucking see you
I got a [C] Batman, he keeps a [Fm] thousand and four
96, Bonnie and [Db] Clyde, mother fuck [Ab] the law
Papa grew up [C] poor, that's why I want [Fm] it all
Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
The stripy I'll pour it [C] out for hell
Just [Fm] a mop bitch like [Eb] brew up in hell
[Ab] And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
[Fm] And I can't fake it, give him [Ab] all myself
The stripy I'll pour [C] it out for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew up [Ab] in hell
And fuck I got stories [C] to tell
I got stories [Fm] to tell
Can't fake it, give [Ab] him all myself
The stripy I'll pour it out [C] for hell
[Fm] Just a mop bitch like brew [Ab] up in hell
And fuck I got [C] stories to tell
_ [Fm] Can't fake it, give him all [Ab] myself
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _
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