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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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TOBi

PAID (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

PAID (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: STILL - 2019)


Yeah, yeah, I don't give a fuck, yeah
And it feels so good
I don't give a fuck, yeah

I was raised with a wooden spoon
Which felt denser than silver
Its contents were hot
Through caring hands delivered
I'm grateful and paid in full
I love you, Mitch
But it's time I go on my own

Hey, ah, uh
Hey
Whoa

Look, I ain't no little dude
I ain't no punk
I ain't no child
Getting ridiculed by swimming pools like
"Fools, I ain't gon' jump"
Nah, I split your crew like syllables
When an imbecile read a word that's a little too difficult
For his mental state
Kung Lao with the finish move
Double the principal off the interest rate
Mmm, that's the power of potential
That's the power I shower on instrumentals
Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm so sorry
I don't subscribe by it, let me find out myself
Mot till I'm post mortem
Wrote 'bout it
Locker room shame I ain't changing for nobody
You know 'bout it, you nobody

Hmm, hey, and it's our season
Saucy got me blowing trees and all the above

I was raised with a wooden spoon
Which felt denser than silver
Its contents were hot
Through caring hands delivered
I'm grateful and paid in full
I love you, Mitch
But it's time I go

I feel sorry for boys
Acting rich, but they're poor
Buying bottles at clubs
But they sleep on the floor
It's the things we were taught
He be singing along
How he got a Bugatti
But he can't afford a Ford?
Or get behind a Honda
Get your life in Accord
Introduced since the cradle
Don't be stuck till the morgue
Now I'm killing 'em all
With a red dot
Soon as Nate Smith hit record
It's a head shot
Pop, pop, pop, my Lord
Bring it on, bring it on
Oh, mi cherie amor
She jumping for joy
Her True Religion is Christian Dior
And Louboutin, either or
We settling scores
We ain't looking for war
We just looking to even the score
Step inside a court like
"Yeah, bitch, I'm here, nigga
Here's fifty to clear, I share with you
I gotcha, I'm sure you're gonna share with us"

Hmm, I sound off to the sound of counterclockwise
Mmm, to the houses where we got the dress in gold, black
Huh, I got 'em bouncing to the beat, make your baby drop down
Hmm

I was raised with a wooden spoon
Which felt denser than silver
Its contents were hot
Through caring hands delivered
I'm grateful and paid in full
I love you, Mitch
But it's time I go on my own too

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?