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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

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

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Marlon Craft

Tom Thibodeau

 

Tom Thibodeau

(album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1 - 2021)


I'm feeling like I'm Tom Thibodeau
Create the culture, they just dribble more
They hate the vultures 'til they is one though
They giving flowers, those different roses
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir, let it brew
Let 'em eat, let 'em take from the language of you
They don't care bout a walk in a pair of your shoes
All they want to despair, they don't care if it's true

I found a life all in the sentences
They drowning lives all with the sentencing
I write mine down, recite with instruments
They strike guys down and make them instruments of corporations making dividends
I earn for Spotify through Distrokid
They all commodify through prisonses
Quite a difference just a sentence gives
What system is you in?
I gotta ask you, who you make the bread for? How they bouta tax you?
Who they gon' cancel? Who they lob a pass to?
Claiming they blessed, now somebody gotta at you
Who are these haters of which you speak, dog? Somebody gotta at you
Far as I can see it, we just pick a narrative and act casual
Boy your sentence might change, that ain't nothin but some punctuation
Couple rolls of the dice, that just come from waiting
You look around like "Man, ain't no others changin'"
Not me, I like to cook when no oven's baking
That way I always smell what the fuck I'm making
They looking for an image just to run adjacent
Say you living in his image then I guess he ain't shit
Put more goals on ice then the Gretzky blaze did
Ain't you tired of waitin'?

I'm feeling like I'm Tom Thibodeau
Create the culture, they just dribble more
They hate the vultures 'til they is one though
They giving flowers, those different roses
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir, let it brew
Let 'em eat, let 'em take from the language of you
They don't care 'bout a walk in a pair of your shoes
All they want to despair, they don't care if it's true

Coach of the year, the team is me
The coast is clear to be what I dream to be
Emotions near, but all that mean to me is that a motion's near
I got a movement starting
Don't approach or cheer
Don't gotta prove to y'all shit
Got a new apartment
Got a fuse to spark with
I elope with fear
We don't care who in charge if they don't want the dark shit
Can't have my heart then
Run these knees to the ground, Tom Thibs, Tom Thibs
I don't want these cheap lil pounds, fuck who y'all is, y'all is
I be in season year-round, can I live? I live?
An ironic freeness I've found, I'm locked in, locked in

And I'm feeling like I'm Tom Thibodeau
Create the culture, they just dribble more
They hate the vultures 'til they is one though
They giving flowers, those different roses
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir, let it brew, let 'em eat
Let 'em take from the language of you
They don't care 'bout a walk in a pair of your shoes
All they want to despair, they don't care if it's true

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