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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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The Lacs

Nowhere

 

Nowhere

(album: Welcome To Dodge City - 2016)


Yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
Hey

I'm sauced up like Post Malone
And I'm underground like a gophers home
That bell will ring like a mobile phone
I disconnect your neck broken bones
Get your lip swole now you need Cortizone
Looking like the logo for the Rolling Stones
We going in like an open home
But I'm focused knowing our hope is gone
And I'm bat shit, and I'm coo-coo
When that track hits, I get screws loose
And that ratchet, that does hat tricks
With no magic and no voodoo
You better ask them, closed caption
I want access, to your Hulu
I got a bad bitch, like Brad Pitt
She got ass tits, and cooks noodles, ha

Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere
My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair
You better stand (Better stand)
'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand)
Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a man

I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit
Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it
You keep trying to tell me something I ain't listening for nothing
Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit
Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it
You keep trying to tell me something I ain't listening for nothing
Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

That whiskey's up and that bass is down
Just gimme that mic don't make a sound
Your face is frown when it came around
'Cause all my folks we staying down
We staying true they ain't afraid of you
Just saying dude a lotta change in you
I stayed the same you changing lanes
Just sit back and see what we came to do
I'm on another level baby you can check my status
South Georgia flatwoods rebel you better remember that
From trailer parks to private jets man I done seen it all
My middle of nowhere took me somewhere, believe it y'all

Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere
My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair
You better stand (Better stand)
'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand)
Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a man

I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit
Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it
You keep trying to tell me something I ain't listening for nothing
Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit
Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it
You keep trying to tell me something I ain't listening for nothing
Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Po-po-po-po poor white boy with the bass and the balls
Little backwoods drawl with the way I talk
I don't know a lotta folks getting down like that
Ain't saying y'all trash but your rap game wack
Get mad at the Kicking Up Mud track
Most cats play the one song and they go and judge off that
Take a minute take a listen to the lyrics
I bet that what your hearing is a whole lot different
Than the boys talking loud got a belly full of beer
Gonna kill me a deer same time every year
Me I'm laughing like y'all no fear
'Cause we out casting lines off the pier
To make another dirt road ride party a miss
Don't call it hick hop I don't like that shit
I do believe The Lacs earned a spot
So we changing up the name to Dirt Rock

Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere
My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair
You better stand (Better stand)
'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand)
Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a man

I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit
Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it
You keep trying to tell me something I ain't listening for nothing
Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit
Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it
You keep trying to tell me something I ain't listening for nothing
Singing Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?