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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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Busdriver

Gud Grief (Bonus Track)

 

Gud Grief (Bonus Track)

(album: Electricity Is On Our Side - 2018)


I don't know about you
But I'm not comfortable with this
They came through talking smack
But didn't come through with shit
I was minding my own
About to get served a sandwich
But I'm mentally disturbed
I think I've got nerve damage
See I was loading a soul
In the neck of a trumpet
I was so upset
Cuz [?]
At the desk on some dumb shit
I thought it was peace
But there was already beef
I'm fucking with love
Now I'm in the club armed to the teeth

I don't know about you
But I'm not comfortable with this
I know I made some mistakes
But how'd it come to all this
The women start bailing
When your ass is trailing
The grown smart niggas know
We don't really hail them
You listen to screams in the cell block
All the bourgeois still shell shocked
While they getting shoe shines from the bellhop
And they keep they truffle oil well stocked
And them clothes and a bag of merch
Will get you targeted for a random search
So I'm red flagged
Like a sex worker in a desk job finding jet lag
Getting foot massages from the [?]
So I'm swinging bats like the Brooklyn Dodgers
I don't know about you
But I'm not comfortable with this
They came through talking styles
But didn't sound like shit

I don't know about you
I don't know about you

done

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