作词 : Jozef Reznik
作曲 : Jozef Reznik/Miroslav Michale/Jakub Jostiak
It’s all about high street cred,
Never mind that none knows,
I wonder if there ever been someone,
You haven’t told about your made up brawls,

In course of a day, you mind your mom,
And after dark, teasin’ a plastic gun,
Bullies, police, drop to your knees,
Hoodies, hoolies, they’re all enemies,

Steven, stop chasing your dream,
All you leave is mess,
Can’t you see,
And stories, you’ve spiced up,
Made you a wannabe,
And no one believes,

Got drama skills beyond compare,
Though your eyes,
Give you away,
Stop swinging them fists in vain,
It won’t save your fairytale,

Split lips and broken ribs,
Crimes without witnesses,
Black and blue, good for you,
Who you trying to fool, you bled through,

No one, no one, no one believes
I don’t fall for this shit,
Steven,
Eat this ..