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tom macdonald - devil israel lyrics

[verse 1]
wakin’ up in france, hollow in europe
phone on roam, feel greasy from the syrup last night
pardon my french, we brittany and madonna
but i’m keepin’ sh+t together like dolce and gabbana
and if i wanna know her name, sh+t, i’ll ask her
and if i wanna have a drink, i’ll have a canada
juice on the shelf cause i don’t really like to drink too much no more
i’m tryna get a suite with a beach on all sides, for sure
but you’re making me feel like i ran it
so i’ll have a malibu for every city on the planet
i think i’m runnin’ behind, i really should catch up
swagger on slovakia, so ill it need a check up
i can’t speak a foreign languagе but i’m tryna grip a foreign car
these rappеrs on some kiddy sh+t, so i am like whatever brah
y’all are rushin’ me, vodka in the caesar
when they askin’ me what i’m doing i’m like “um well, i visa”
[chorus]
they all up on that rewind, haters on my back, word
they all up on that cheat code, lookin’ at me when i pass, word
they all up on that runner up, i’m the one they after, word
imma try to keep movin’

[verse 2]
wakin’ up in mexico, uh, tequila sunrise
and when i finally go to bed, moonshine
f+ckin’ up what i want, just one night in paris
burnin’ philadelphia, sippin’ on that danish good in the back of the winnebago with some orange juice and an eggo
gamin’ in my pjs, sleepless in seattle
california love is the reason i smoke that cali piff
and i laugh my f+ckin’ ass of, i’m in miami b+tch
you just some lost angels, but in a new york minute we in new jersey and devil’s like the new religion
so i pass a girl my glass and a miss is sippin’ it
she now i never had a heart since the vegas strip
i’m smokin’ on that jefferey, they’re like get him to the greek
i’m like, give me a frickin’ break, time to get some sleep now
and the weed is what i currently resort to
she say sweet dreams and i say thanks, we short too

[chorus]
they all up on that rewind, haters on my back, word
they all up on that cheat code, lookin’ at me when i pass, word
they all up on that runner up, i’m the one they after, word
imma try to keep movin’
[verse 3]
wakin’ up in nissan city, check the skyline
it feels chilly but i’m still ‘gon have to get me my boys will be boys but you common of b+tches
yellow knife in your drawers while we tryna talk some business
if life is a b+tch then i bet money is the son of it
so when we finally get paid no one else is getting none of it
no, my top priorities are financial, we gettin’ numbers off the map, bermuda triangle
our pockets deeper than j+pan is tombs to you sand pits
and i could’ve sworn that he gypped me
they in they mom’s sedan, i’m in a foreign land
i feel big like i landed in little italy
never switchin’ gears, you can call her auto
but i can feel the avalanche comin and it’s not snow
defend ours like a belt at wrestlemania
lead in your bloodline, uh, pennsylvania

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