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Gurudine - SIMPATHIZER (Official Music Video)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Gurudine
Gurudine
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Gurudine
Gurudine
Texte
Gamal Dine Atteya
Gamal Dine Atteya
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Gurudine
Gurudine
Produzent:in

Lyrics

At least I know when I die, they won't think of me as a lie
You the one who started this, so don't be acting surprised
I bet yo baby mama got upset with me as I write
But then I remember that she's a hoe and y'all are alike
409 on Sunset Drive and we killing this shit tonight
All these lame ass pussies can never turn off my light
No need for the six feet when I know you didn't take the vaccine
I'll make him bleed, I'll break his teeth
I'll feed him lean, like a marine
Mommy and daddy swinging sides
We call that fake love
The apple that fell from above
Resembles the tree of Adam and Eve
Best believe I'll be the one to oversee
What I don't really need
Cause my parents just divorced
Yours switched partners more and more
Homewrecker associated, no wonder you into that weird shit
Made for each other, like scum in the gutter
Like you and your mother, uh
Yeah, even your mother, uh
And even your brother, uh
And even your lover
Can't sue me for smother
It's true I discovered
I heard it all from her
So now she's a liar?
You the one mad over a thot
I'm the one shining in my spot
You wish you had a shot, but money can't buy what I got
This is what I was meant to do
Don't act like I didn't inspire you
Now I have to flex and write these bars so you can't say it's about you
You always rapping bout some rocks
But you don't live what you preach
You even had dreads but you're bleach
You're so niche it's fine to gatekeep
Far from a degree, she had to look deep
And asked herself why she sucked seed
As her world bleeds
The scars that I peel
The regret she must feel
I wonder who I'm talking about for real
Let it go 'cause I won't like Jack & Rose
Maybe in the end you thought you rose
Slapped in the face with reality, it's cold
Guess I struck a chord
I call that a minor offense
Bitch better stop talking before I nuke your defense
Tie a rope around your neck that hangs on a fence
My art's created by converting the revenge
Your shit's outdated and it's sounding like a mess
Who put it together, was it you or was it them?
Written by: Gamal Dine Atteya, Gurudine
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