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letra de irish origins - jack and mert

[intro: jack, mert]
i was floating down the liffey (yeah yeah)
eating peanut b-tter jiffey (no no)
mert’s family are terrorists (horrible people)
it is really quite a pity (yeah)
mert was pressured to stab someone with a pencil at the age 18 apart of a horrible underground war and it worsened his life ever since (d-mn!)

[verse 1: mert]
used to have many faces as i moved through the traces
my wicked dog died john, so i piece together the pages
like a hitman (hitman) longd-ck stickman upon these stages
i set gauges on aras’s wages, feel hard like the rock’s praises
they’re hoppin’ on my d-ck and their grip feels like razors
i got a knock tonight, that i need to be walter white to my cases (b-tch)

[pre-verse 2: jack]
mert was pressured to have s-x with a crazy maniac by the name of suzy katio after escaping out of his precious home it was not that precious

[verse 2: jack]
undertale roleplay i was tryna be an orphan
would often join in the game unfortunately found him in snowdin
the guy was sans and i was in military proportions
the necklace on me was glowing i’m rocking up in these jordans
it’s quite a nice little portion we met and continued talking
he’s always silent like gordon when i ask bout his misfortune
there’s something wrong with his organs they’re so much more than just foreign
could never tell if he’s turkish or irish or maybe georgian
[verse 3: mert]
yoh yoh yoh
hecyiani yok my coc broke like shattered egg with yoc (yoc)
yoh, yoh
jumped jack in his verse like a kangururu to hunululu screaming (gululu kemal cukuru)
yoh
i went to zuluhu who you think you are like kulu on your little lulu
b-lls so lu [?] yu, hedeyo ulululu -deyo ulululu
-deyo ulululu
-deyo ululu
(this is a geniuene issue that impacts his life and others around him his behavior is affected by his bottled up past and it ruins everything)
-deyo ululu
(mert is not honest about his past i know he’s hiding something there’s a deeper layer of trauma in play here)

[verse 4: jack]
there’s a severe layer of trauma in cukur kemal and pasha
mert gulugulu his mama his father and all their drama
i think he was born to a mafia family ran by his daddy
bottling up emotions to carry not incredible quite uncanny what the f- (shut up)

[pre-verse 5: mert, jack (adlibs)]
shut up!
shut up
everything is a d-mn lie!
my life (my life), is spiraling downwards (i hurt myself)
i’m surrounded by f–king monsters (monster, genocide?)
every single one of you f-cks, horrible my life!
f-ck all of you. (f-ck!)
all of you…
(drop the beat like it’s hot b-tch)
[verse 5: mert, jack (adlibs)]
i murdered a man when i was 18 with a pencil to the neck (what? what?)
let [?] bleed in out like a f-cking wreck (d-mn)
he was nothing but a f-cking speck
he died like a dog, but i did to protect my family (boom)
i was [?] [?] [?]
suzy
suzy katio i’m spending all days just to get your steel-eyed gaze (gaze)
yeah your gaze to take a look at how i find more ways
forays, why do you always make me go through hallways (hallways)
just to see that you sought out more ways to convene more f-cking hallways (sh-t)
ay (sh-t) ay (sh-t) ay (sh-t) ay (sh-t)
i’m boutta cry and pry at my emotions
it’s seeping in my mind like it’s a f-cking trojan
which leads me to using lotion, gettin’ into that f-cking motion
y-y-yuh, i’m so f-cking unbroken, erosion ain’t one of my notions (notions)
bringin’ so much commotion i may as well be a f-cking ocean
i’m out in the open, gettin’ so imploded call me joe rogan (god d-mn)
then i looked at suzy and f-cked her so hard i got a motherf-ckin’ promotion (promotion, ay, yuh)
halfway into this scene, her hips slammed on my sh-t so hard it caused a motherf-cking explosion (boom)
i felt so f-ckin’ chosen, she was coming down on me like she wanted to release oxytocin (oxytocin)
and when i climaxed i felt so f-cking broken (scream) (god d-mn!)
my energy was stolen, it was robbed, i felt so f-cking frozen until she gave me a f-cking token
a token for the s-x, a f-cking apple pie, i then ate it up and felt so f-cking high
couldn’t even reply when she asked me if i just died (died)
i just told her i hate ireland and i hate her apple pies (i hate ’em)
then grabbed her face, and squeezed out her f-cking eyes
[outro: jack]
shalom, shala, la la la la la la!

- jack and mert

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