Lyrics
Dear Mr. Rony, you better remember me, Rixer Ryda the man with the symphonies,
you better forget me in 20 years times infinity, you remember all those hours in the closet working so intesively,
intentively, rapping about losing virginity every time you spit a free-style, freestyle verse,
and it always hurt worse when you showed them h*** how you stuttered in your own works and stumbled over your own verbs,
it feels like a damn curse how you can't help but get behind a mic and a keyboard,
flow went so smooth and hot like a free'd bird on a heater.
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yo, one, three, four, you better not fall, one, three, five, hope you just fly, fly to a better life.
remember who you are, remember who you are,
remember whatchu like to do, remember don't ever give up.
remember that $5 mic your ex girlfriend got you for the first time, that little red bag with everything inside,
a pack of bubble gum, everything you liked,
she was f*** in crazy, doped up on Prozacs, we know that, remember we laughed when we wrote that,
"fun times were fun but b*** i told you i was done,"
that song War Of Ex-Love, the original one, you even used the word c*** ,
you were crazy, crazier as i might just say,
that was fun, wasn't it, f*** a b*** , i'm the new fundament and i'm not just funna split.
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it feels like life is changing right in front of you, but sometimes you just gotta go with the flow,
can't always be stopping then go,
it ain't too long untill you start rocking the shows, riding with hoes, siding with bro's,
speaking of bro's, don't forget about your big brother, yeah, big brother bear,
if mama ain't here then he's always right there,
you gotta stop and fork the pill, a short snork and killed, don't act like you're not adored still,
that's the last thing you should be feeling right now, that's the last thing you should be feeling EVER.
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