Cairde by Children of Lir Lyrics
[Verse 1: Menthiesel]
Girl think she broke my heart
Maybe she did but it's ok
She moves to the left
She moves to the right
But somehow that cailín can't go straight
That girl will slip DMs at double 1PM
But she won't break even no she won't break even
Got a new buachaill
I'd give it a weekend
His baby will leave him
His hoodie she's keeping
She's keeping
All of her texts late at night when I'm sleeping
Babygirl keep your name off of my phone in the morning
You know you're not scoring a greeting
I got the phone in the front of my jeans
Losing myself in my dreams
Got me a girl for the night she's a beauty
I'm lost in the replay
I'm stuck in a movie
New all black air forces creasing up
She's in the race and she's keeping up
50 50 is the chance she's a wifey
I'm folding my cards she's not deep enough
She's not deep enough
She's not deep enough
Children of Lir in the street and stuff
Children of Lir put the tracks in your eardrums
And Children of Lir gonna beat it up
Girl said she broke my heart, hardly
I'm drawing on my shirt with a sharpie
I got two watches on my wrist now I'm in the party
Don't ask me for Bacardi
Some girls here are tipsy
Some girls here are baked
Call Pat the Baker
'Cause some girls are caked
How can I know you?
I can't see your face
'Cause nothing is real
And everything's fake
Nothing is bad
'Cause I don't really care enough
Focused on music and money and other stuff
Got a new mic
So the vocals don't sound as rough
We're just two aces
I wouldn't go calling bluffs
[Verse 2: Westwood Menace]
Ugh, whatcha looking at?
Breaking and Entering done so we’re booking back
Oh shit sorry, did you not like a track?
Cry me a river, when I’m on the mic n that
Cailín relax, I’m out with the lads and we’re out in iMax
I just got Drogba from some Match Attax
Calling me nonstop
Like baby, you had the chance
End of the line, and Westwood’s just fine
Aiming for Longitude, see you in time
Couldn’t go clubbing because of some quarantine
But now that we’re back, got the crowd in a line
Ay you got the time
Ay who’s got the time?
I’m in my essence cause this verse is mine
Time to sit back, yeah it’s time to recline
It’s never gone stop
Ay Children of Lir
You got contacts in?
You got contactless?
Can’t catch us lacking
That’s kind of our image
Children of Lir
Playing clubs like it’s scrimmage
Met a new boo though
Found her on Yubo
She wanna fuck
Guess that what we’ll do so
Lost the Leap Card
Had to pay the 2.80
Still fucking waiting
My hands going navy
Full to the brim and it booked it right past me
Loaded with teenagers
Nothing but trackies
It do not matter
Ma picked me up and she gave me a clatter
Back of the head and I got a new fade
B and E
The start of a new chapter
Girl think she broke my heart
Maybe she did but it's ok
She moves to the left
She moves to the right
But somehow that cailín can't go straight
That girl will slip DMs at double 1PM
But she won't break even no she won't break even
Got a new buachaill
I'd give it a weekend
His baby will leave him
His hoodie she's keeping
She's keeping
All of her texts late at night when I'm sleeping
Babygirl keep your name off of my phone in the morning
You know you're not scoring a greeting
I got the phone in the front of my jeans
Losing myself in my dreams
Got me a girl for the night she's a beauty
I'm lost in the replay
I'm stuck in a movie
New all black air forces creasing up
She's in the race and she's keeping up
50 50 is the chance she's a wifey
I'm folding my cards she's not deep enough
She's not deep enough
She's not deep enough
Children of Lir in the street and stuff
Children of Lir put the tracks in your eardrums
And Children of Lir gonna beat it up
Girl said she broke my heart, hardly
I'm drawing on my shirt with a sharpie
I got two watches on my wrist now I'm in the party
Don't ask me for Bacardi
Some girls here are tipsy
Some girls here are baked
Call Pat the Baker
'Cause some girls are caked
How can I know you?
I can't see your face
'Cause nothing is real
And everything's fake
Nothing is bad
'Cause I don't really care enough
Focused on music and money and other stuff
Got a new mic
So the vocals don't sound as rough
We're just two aces
I wouldn't go calling bluffs
[Verse 2: Westwood Menace]
Ugh, whatcha looking at?
Breaking and Entering done so we’re booking back
Oh shit sorry, did you not like a track?
Cry me a river, when I’m on the mic n that
Cailín relax, I’m out with the lads and we’re out in iMax
I just got Drogba from some Match Attax
Calling me nonstop
Like baby, you had the chance
End of the line, and Westwood’s just fine
Aiming for Longitude, see you in time
Couldn’t go clubbing because of some quarantine
But now that we’re back, got the crowd in a line
Ay you got the time
Ay who’s got the time?
I’m in my essence cause this verse is mine
Time to sit back, yeah it’s time to recline
It’s never gone stop
Ay Children of Lir
You got contacts in?
You got contactless?
Can’t catch us lacking
That’s kind of our image
Children of Lir
Playing clubs like it’s scrimmage
Met a new boo though
Found her on Yubo
She wanna fuck
Guess that what we’ll do so
Lost the Leap Card
Had to pay the 2.80
Still fucking waiting
My hands going navy
Full to the brim and it booked it right past me
Loaded with teenagers
Nothing but trackies
It do not matter
Ma picked me up and she gave me a clatter
Back of the head and I got a new fade
B and E
The start of a new chapter