Devil Israel
| Title | Devil Israel |
|---|---|
| Artist | Tom MacDonald |
| Album | All Growed Up |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | Devil Israel is quite an interesting song, Tom uses wording that sounds like a coherent phrase that makes sense but that also sounds like the name of a state, country or city. This can be seen in the title alone, “Devil Israel”, if you sound it out it sounds like “Devil is real” which is very likely what it means as Tom has confirmed that he used to be into black magic and things of the like back in 2012/2013. |
| 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' shit together like Dolce and Gabbana And if I wanna know her name, shit, 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 shit, 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 Fuckin' 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 fuckin' ass of, I'm in Miami bitch 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' You might also like[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 bitches Yellow knife in your drawers while we tryna talk some business If life is a bitch 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 Japan 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 [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' |