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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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Vic Mensa

Heaven On Earth (Reprise)

 

Heaven On Earth (Reprise)

(album: The Autobiography - 2017)


[Saul Williams:]
The metaphor of the bird is eternal
[Vic Mensa:]
As I stood in the bathroom with a 9 millimeter in my mouth
Empty Henny bottle on the couch
The mirror in front of me reflected everything I hated in those around me
I felt like a hypocrite
I wanted to fly away from it all
The lies, the betrayal, the rage I felt
To turn every page I'd ever written into flames and let it burn

[The-Dream:]
This is what it sounds like
The streets cry
When the streets cry
I'm starting to think that this is all my fault
Niggas under them hoodies, we above the law
How could I think that we wouldn't get judged at all?
Always in the club when them guns go off
Laying under that preacher when he talk that talk
My mother is thinking, where did it all go wrong?
Father thinking if he spent more time I coulda played ball

The pain won't inspire, things we lost in the fire
Things we lost in the fire
The things we lost in the fire
Hope this pain will inspire, the things we lost in the fire (fire)
Yeah, yeah
The things we lose in the fire (yeah)
Oh, oh

done

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