Tom MacDonald - Hail Satan lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Hail Satan lyrics]
Sometimes I feel like we're way too close
I'm outta my head while
You outta your clothes
I think nobody cares and I
Think everyone knows about us
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
She swears on a broken heart
This'll be the end of me
No it will not, you make me feel like shit
But I still love you, know what you can do
Know what you can do hit me up sometimes
Hit me up at random hit me up on Monday
Uh, who the fuck told you
That you were all that?
They got it all wrong, like really hard math
I'm too wild for the life you tryna lead
You eatin' vegan
Doin' yoga while I'm smokin' weed
I'm poppin' bottles with the fammo
In the strip club
You waitin' up all night cause
I forgot my keys
Uh, I'm throwin' ones at a dancer girl
Phone buzzin' but I'm too buzzed to answer it
I'm just doin' me exactly how I wanna
Marijuana and liquor from Tijuana
I can't help it
I'm younger and gettin' drunker than
Ever and passin' out
With a blunt lit in a new Gucci sweater
Wassup hoe
Fire rains from the sky, hail Satan
The houses of the holy gettin' renovated
She in church, I'm in Shirley's Temple
She on some holy shit
I'm handsome as a devil
Sometimes I feel like we're way too close
I'm outta my head while
You outta your clothes
I think nobody cares and I
Think everyone knows about us
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
She swears on a broken heart
This'll be the end of me
No it will not, you make me feel like shit
But I still love you, know what you can do
Know what you can do hit me up sometimes
Hit me up at random hit me up on Monday
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me
All these fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me
All these fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me
All these fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me-
Fire rains from the sky, hail Satan
The houses of the holy gettin' renovated
She in church, I'm in Shirley's Temple
She on some holy shit
I'm handsome as a devil
Sometimes I feel like we're way too close
I'm outta my head while
You outta your clothes
I think nobody cares and I
Think everyone knows about us
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
She swears on a broken heart
This'll be the end of me
No it will not, you make me feel like shit
But I still love you, know what you can do
Know what you can do hit me up sometimes
Hit me up at random hit me up on Monday
I'm outta my head while
You outta your clothes
I think nobody cares and I
Think everyone knows about us
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
She swears on a broken heart
This'll be the end of me
No it will not, you make me feel like shit
But I still love you, know what you can do
Know what you can do hit me up sometimes
Hit me up at random hit me up on Monday
Uh, who the fuck told you
That you were all that?
They got it all wrong, like really hard math
I'm too wild for the life you tryna lead
You eatin' vegan
Doin' yoga while I'm smokin' weed
I'm poppin' bottles with the fammo
In the strip club
You waitin' up all night cause
I forgot my keys
Uh, I'm throwin' ones at a dancer girl
Phone buzzin' but I'm too buzzed to answer it
I'm just doin' me exactly how I wanna
Marijuana and liquor from Tijuana
I can't help it
I'm younger and gettin' drunker than
Ever and passin' out
With a blunt lit in a new Gucci sweater
Wassup hoe
Fire rains from the sky, hail Satan
The houses of the holy gettin' renovated
She in church, I'm in Shirley's Temple
She on some holy shit
I'm handsome as a devil
Sometimes I feel like we're way too close
I'm outta my head while
You outta your clothes
I think nobody cares and I
Think everyone knows about us
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
She swears on a broken heart
This'll be the end of me
No it will not, you make me feel like shit
But I still love you, know what you can do
Know what you can do hit me up sometimes
Hit me up at random hit me up on Monday
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me
All these fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me
All these fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me
All these fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
Fire rains from the sky hail Satan
Hail Satan this'll be the end of me-
Fire rains from the sky, hail Satan
The houses of the holy gettin' renovated
She in church, I'm in Shirley's Temple
She on some holy shit
I'm handsome as a devil
Sometimes I feel like we're way too close
I'm outta my head while
You outta your clothes
I think nobody cares and I
Think everyone knows about us
All those fucking phone calls
What a waste of energy
She swears on a broken heart
This'll be the end of me
No it will not, you make me feel like shit
But I still love you, know what you can do
Know what you can do hit me up sometimes
Hit me up at random hit me up on Monday