Rem on Russian Roulette by Rihanna

Lines written
Rhymes spittin'
I'm givin' it all
But I aint gettin' at all
Like I was given the ball
Shootin' missin' em all
...Maybe this aint my game
Maybe my aim, shouldn't be a classic
venture to fame
Maybe I shouldn't be mentionin' names
Rem The Lame...
Maybe Im insane
Maybe I... should hang my head in shame
And quit makin' videos lame
And start makin' video games
But if I did, it would be about a phoenix
Born in the flames!
Restored in the pain!
Sourin' in the rain!
Adored in the game!

(Chorus)
One life, Ima live it
Give a shit about opinions
Dream big, or why live
Close ur eyes and envision
No limits, no lemons
It's divine intervention
God given. So I'm givin'
everything I got in Rem
Success is a pair kicks
...Bet I can fit em
And I see em in the distance
...And Ima get em!
Gotta bag fulla of rhymes
...And Ima spit em.
Till the Rem in remember
Won't ever let u forget em
(Chorus end)

(get em)

All I need is time
I got plenty of it
I'm only twenty five
With plenty rhymes in the oven
All u gotta do is love it
And turn the volume up a bit
Let ur friends hear it
So they can fall in love with it
I won't break hearts
But Im gon' make charts
What you hate about hip hop
I don't take part
Call me Rem Van Gogh
Because I'm gon' make art
These things I promise,
All I need is a start...

(Chorus)

Get em! Damn right
The game gotta high sex drive
So Ima come strong
Every damn time
I said damn right
Every damn night
Ima make the mile high club
On every damn flight
Despite
Hatin' on high
I'ma keep risin'
Till I make it to the sky
Feel me in Cali
And back in NY
Over here in TX
And back home, the MI

(Chorus 2X)

(get em)

Rem on Crush

My sentimental mind say she might be...
Just my type, see it just seems like she...

Could be my Next... I mean my Wifey
Dunno if it's right see it seems unlikely

Despite me... I delight in my mind's sight
Approaching politely, declarin' my identity

And then inviting this lady to like me
And maybe igniting all the right things

But it seems so frightening... my daydreams spite me
I'm in love with love, but love don't like me

My thought bubble pops... now she sees me
So I see her... sippin' on her reisling...

Her eyes teasing but I'm still breezing
But oh how I wanna hear the song she sings...

My eyes feast on her physical
Taste everything visible, distractions are minimal

Attraction is critical, reaction is chemical...
She is my pinnacle; I feel it in my ventricles

Maybe this is clinical; I'm too analytical
My love is up for grabs and it's you I wanna give it too...