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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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Marlon Craft

World Champ

 

World Champ

(album: While We're Here - 2022)


Put the cucumber in the vodka
It's a cruel summer, it been hot bruh
Mom claim Italian, Pops a city Jew
They was both more pasta than latkes
Pops always said "Watch your posture"
He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
Used to hold me in the mirror, say I was champ of the world, shit wasn't gossip

Accurate forecast
Lookin for it, don't need more passion
Putting rappers in the compost cause can't afford any more trash
I don't got anymore passes, feel compassion slipping away
All this savageness in a cage
Whole culture is MMA
Watch the lightning in the clouds, everything pretty til it hits Earth
Our construction is destruction, tell me really what's the shit worth?
What's the purpose for a wordsmith if the doors they supposed to open 'bout to be permanently closed in?
Is it really all just for coping?

Put the cucumber in the vodka
It's a cruel summer, it been hot bruh
Mom claim Italian, Pops a city Jew
They was both more pasta than latkes
Pops always said "Watch your posture"
He ain't know my shoulders held lots up
Used to hold me in the mirror, say I was champ of the world, shit wasn't gossip

On my own, I don't got a roster
Dread on my mind like a rasta
Stressed all the time, pull the sauce up
Young redundant, never punting
4th and long, always find a way
I'll be strong my own kinda way
I be strong my own kinda way
Shit, that's all I been tryna say

If you got a problem wit me
I don't really gotta care no more
I'm gon' walk in my peace
I don't gotta interfere no more
Who want it?
Bitch I ain't no newcomer
Cool as the cucumber in the vodka
Baby, it's a new summer
I don't got a new number
Bitch I got the same doggone line
Might be hard to find though
Somewhere lost in my mind
Still gon' be the champ though
Still gon' be the champ
Still gon' be the champ though
Still gon' be the champ
Still gon' be the champ though
Still gon' be the champ
Even if it ain't a world left, baby I'll be damned

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