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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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Bishop Briggs

Baby

 

Baby


He likes zombies
And the apocalypse
He's got some black magic up in those fingertips
Got a gold tooth
And a shared car
He's running his mouth yeah he's got a few scars

And I love the way that
He puts my seat back
Looks at me
Pulls a joint out his backpack
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day

My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby

Doing stupid shit
When he drinks too much
But he looks good in leather so I don't give a fuck
And his Gucci shoes
Sharing Juicy Fruit
And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth

And I like the way that we walk the train tracks
Fogging low, windows up, on the way back
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day

My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby

Sometimes I run my fingers through his hair
Think of the crazy shit that's under there
Angel and devil and that jet black stare
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that

My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby

done

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