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This is Remerek

Hip-Hop/Rap

This is Remerek was released on June 10, 2025 by 9719166 Records DK2 as a part of the album Digital Ghost

Song Details

AlbumDigital Ghost

Release DateJune 10, 2025

Label9719166 Records DK2

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM99

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Remerek

Other Instrument

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ryan Andrew Goodsell

Ryan Andrew Goodsell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Remerek

Producer

Lyrics

Aight... yeah. Check it.

So, somebody said I should probably introduce myself.

This is weird, I ain't good at this part.

Here we go.

I'm the dude you hit up when your minivan a mess,

Got Goldfish crackers ground into the floor, got you all stressed.

I pull up in a van that's seen better days,

And spend six hours gettin' rid of your kid's sticky-finger haze.

I got a pressure washer, a buffer, a thousand tiny brushes,

But my own truck got a fender held on by what the rust crushes.

I'll make your leather seats look newer than the day you bought the car,

Then eat a gas station hot dog and wonder how I got this far.

I'm a five-star review runnin' on coffee and nicotine,

A walkin' contradiction buried in too deep.

And this is Remerek, yeah, that's "Ree-merk," say it right,

I'm the one makin' beats in the passenger seat all night.

This ain't a rapper, ain't a singer, ain't an artist, ain't no star,

I'm just hidin' out behind a computer in a kinda smelly car.

Yeah, this is Remerek, I'm the ghost in the machine,

The most anti-social music producer you ever seen.

My day end on the couch 'fore the evenin' news is on,

I pass out soon as I stop goin', dead 'til three AM dawn.

Then my brain on fire, hyper-focused, ready to go,

My studio the front seat where the real ideas grow.

Fueled by cheap coffee and the fear of my next bill,

Turnin' that background dread to a track that's kinda ill.

I'm a sonic detailer, a musical janitor, you see,

Just cleanin' up the mess in my head, gift from my ADHD.

I spend a whole day on some rich lady's Benz,

Makin' sure her leather clean for all her fancy friends.

I use a Q-tip for the vents, a boar's hair brush for dust,

But my own van dashboard covered in a layer of rust.

I organize my samples with surgical precision,

But my own stack of mail a financial collision.

It's high-functionin' chaos, meticulous decay,

Buildin' perfect little worlds just to keep the real one at bay.

And this is Remerek, yeah, that's "Ree-merk," say it right,

I'm the one makin' beats in the passenger seat all night.

This ain't a rapper, ain't a singer, ain't an artist, ain't no star,

I'm just hidin' out behind a computer in a kinda smelly car.

Yeah, this is Remerek, I'm the ghost in the machine,

The most anti-social music producer you ever seen.

I don't want the fame, the fortune, don't want no interviews,

I just wanna be left alone to pay my detailin' dues.

This music thing the only thing that quiet down the noise,

The only time my brain feel right is when I'm buildin' with my toys.

'Cause I'm the Granite State's finest, a legend in my own mind,

The best beat-makin' detailer you ever find.

So... yeah. That's me.

Remerek.

Aight, this was awkward. I'm done.

Gotta dip, my laptop on five percent.

Peace.

Written by: Ryan Andrew Goodsell

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