Cailín by Children of Lir Lyrics
[Verse 1: Menthiesel]
Girl think she broke my heart, (What?)
Tell that girl I said it’s OK
Menthiesel don’t hurt like that, (No)
He don’t put up with no horseplay
No thottie gone stop me, no cailín gone pop me
Girl you’re confused with the old way
These fans say they cop me, but they tryna drop me
Trust no one here but your one-days
It’s ayt, (It’s ayt)
This a different kind of vice
Stick your head in spin it twice, (Crank)
No rewards for being nice
No case that I’m catching, my youth it is sketching
I like that Brodina with no ice
Our music is dropping, but no percs are popping
Clear vision we clean and that’s no lies
It’s not
Like telling a cutie she’s hot, (She’s not)
Can’t have both but she want it a lot
She too forward I think she a thot
Thot,thot,thot,thot,thot
Maybe a plaything, (Maybe)
Met her backstage
Showed her to Westwood
When he started fading
But that girl ain’t staying
For when she start playing
She’ll see the door faster
Than fat kids eat caster
I know that I’m winning
But patience is thinning
Chasing the bag we ain’t catching no feelings, (None)
Chasing the bag, yeah we made an alliance
Children of Lir, man we show no compliance, (None)
Ay that girl looks ayt
She better stay good
But thottie where is he?
Bro call up young Westwood
( The fuck is he?)
[Verse 2: Westwood Menace]
Ugh, (Westwood)
Whatcha looking at?
Fuck off me, ya slut
You know I ain’t got time for that, (Time for that)
Oh shit sorry, did I not make you laugh?
Grab me a Whopper a side of a paragraph, (Paragraph)
Counting up racks
Cailín and I saw some shit in iMax
Can’t remember the shit it wasn’t the wack
Call my P.A., he’ll have you seen to that, (Seen to that)
End of the line, ain’t even the point
Aim is to have the gaff packed as a joint
Jameson straight, nearly a pint
COVID-19 got us searching for highs
Ay you is a lie, (You is a lie)
Ay you is a lie, (What?)
New quarantine keep that shit sanitised
Chasing the bag is what keeps me alive, (*coughs*)
Ay it do not stop, (Ay)
Ya ril fo nerdlihc
Holding that shit right up to my ears
Drowning it out, all I see is your tears, (See is your tears)
Hasn’t bothered me in years
Future ain’t clear
I’ll still be cracking some Thieves with the boys
Headlining acts and then boosting careers, ( Ay,ay)
Child leap card in hand, I ain’t a cheapskate
Hop of the 220, you know it was late, (No broke)
Freezing my tits off in the Grand Parade
Had to tell the lads that Westwood’s delayed, (What? Fuck!)
Who was snitching on your bitch?
That shit is haram and you know it is, (Mup Can)
Hope your name is on Schindler’s list
Oh how your fucking opinions switched
[Verse 3: Menthiesel and Westwood Menace]
(Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
(Go raibh míle maith agat)
Cailín got swag
She do not drag
But Children of Lir got a crush on the bag
(Children of Lir, ay, yuh, ay, ay, ay)
Lyrics gone dumb
Mindset is numb
Don’t even know what this shit has become. (The fuck?)
Lir, yeah we know that
You kidding? We show that
Headlining weekly, ay bro where the show at? (Where is it?)
(Ay Patrick)
Your social is dead
It got to your head
Run outside and try molly instead
( Hey I’m not advocating for drugs by the way
Just like, have some common sense about you)
[Outro: Menthiesel]
Wow, this has been a ride
Thank you
[Outro: Westwood Menace]
Thank you for listening
Evan stop staring at my FUCKING ASS. (Yeah Evan)
Girl think she broke my heart, (What?)
Tell that girl I said it’s OK
Menthiesel don’t hurt like that, (No)
He don’t put up with no horseplay
No thottie gone stop me, no cailín gone pop me
Girl you’re confused with the old way
These fans say they cop me, but they tryna drop me
Trust no one here but your one-days
It’s ayt, (It’s ayt)
This a different kind of vice
Stick your head in spin it twice, (Crank)
No rewards for being nice
No case that I’m catching, my youth it is sketching
I like that Brodina with no ice
Our music is dropping, but no percs are popping
Clear vision we clean and that’s no lies
It’s not
Like telling a cutie she’s hot, (She’s not)
Can’t have both but she want it a lot
She too forward I think she a thot
Thot,thot,thot,thot,thot
Maybe a plaything, (Maybe)
Met her backstage
Showed her to Westwood
When he started fading
But that girl ain’t staying
For when she start playing
She’ll see the door faster
Than fat kids eat caster
I know that I’m winning
But patience is thinning
Chasing the bag we ain’t catching no feelings, (None)
Chasing the bag, yeah we made an alliance
Children of Lir, man we show no compliance, (None)
Ay that girl looks ayt
She better stay good
But thottie where is he?
Bro call up young Westwood
( The fuck is he?)
[Verse 2: Westwood Menace]
Ugh, (Westwood)
Whatcha looking at?
Fuck off me, ya slut
You know I ain’t got time for that, (Time for that)
Oh shit sorry, did I not make you laugh?
Grab me a Whopper a side of a paragraph, (Paragraph)
Counting up racks
Cailín and I saw some shit in iMax
Can’t remember the shit it wasn’t the wack
Call my P.A., he’ll have you seen to that, (Seen to that)
End of the line, ain’t even the point
Aim is to have the gaff packed as a joint
Jameson straight, nearly a pint
COVID-19 got us searching for highs
Ay you is a lie, (You is a lie)
Ay you is a lie, (What?)
New quarantine keep that shit sanitised
Chasing the bag is what keeps me alive, (*coughs*)
Ay it do not stop, (Ay)
Ya ril fo nerdlihc
Holding that shit right up to my ears
Drowning it out, all I see is your tears, (See is your tears)
Hasn’t bothered me in years
Future ain’t clear
I’ll still be cracking some Thieves with the boys
Headlining acts and then boosting careers, ( Ay,ay)
Child leap card in hand, I ain’t a cheapskate
Hop of the 220, you know it was late, (No broke)
Freezing my tits off in the Grand Parade
Had to tell the lads that Westwood’s delayed, (What? Fuck!)
Who was snitching on your bitch?
That shit is haram and you know it is, (Mup Can)
Hope your name is on Schindler’s list
Oh how your fucking opinions switched
[Verse 3: Menthiesel and Westwood Menace]
(Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
(Go raibh míle maith agat)
Cailín got swag
She do not drag
But Children of Lir got a crush on the bag
(Children of Lir, ay, yuh, ay, ay, ay)
Lyrics gone dumb
Mindset is numb
Don’t even know what this shit has become. (The fuck?)
Lir, yeah we know that
You kidding? We show that
Headlining weekly, ay bro where the show at? (Where is it?)
(Ay Patrick)
Your social is dead
It got to your head
Run outside and try molly instead
( Hey I’m not advocating for drugs by the way
Just like, have some common sense about you)
[Outro: Menthiesel]
Wow, this has been a ride
Thank you
[Outro: Westwood Menace]
Thank you for listening
Evan stop staring at my FUCKING ASS. (Yeah Evan)