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Memo
Hip-Hop/Rap
Memo was released on October 31, 2025 by Riinya Records as a part of the album Limbo
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AlbumLimbo
Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelRiinya Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riinya
Riinya
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Vieke
Ryan Vieke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freek Van Workum
Freek Van Workum
Producer

Lyrics

To whom it may concern
Yeah they call me (what)
Fifty-one-fifty
I know it sounds insane
This life's gone up in smoke (hot)
And I can't douse the flames
Makes me think God isn't here
He disappeared without a trace
Maybe I should pull the plug
I've watched my life go down the drain
Not
I'm back live in Living Colour like a rainbow
Wait though I'm in a quarrel with my morals
It takes two to tango
This ain't a slow dance yeah we can throw hands
'Til I go prone
Like I stand no chance with romance
Ooh Roll the dice guess I'll go on strike
I'm rolling solo I'll get you with the Samoan Spike
Watch in slow-mo on the GoPro
Screenshot photo I'ma go pro on you bozos
Oh you almost hit the goal post what a low blow
You're swimming with the sharks careful treading water
You're in the wild it's been a while since I've fed the monster
I squeeze and kill the beat with ease and leave you so impressed
Won't release until it's deceased don't need to sneeze to know I'm blessed (yeet)
Don't be Paranoid on Black Sabbath (nah)
I'm not a punching bag I'll punch you back
And kick you like a bad habit
Got your girl as my guest fucking like jack rabbits
I'm the World Wide Web because I'm back slashing (dagnabbit)
Yeah you clowns have wack fashion
Try and diss me I'll pursue you like class action
Mood swings suddenly so I
Wouldn't fuck with me
No
Riinya's gunning for you keep your head on a swivel
I'm shooting my shot you fraud I'm done being civil
You really trying to scrap G.O.A.T's my initials
Buddy who you calling Jack
I can make this official
Yo did I pique your interest didn't know I could be this vicious
Or elite lowkey malicious I will slice you and dice you with clean incisions
So
Best keep your distance
Any mistake is costly
You say you're going balls deep
But you only go deep three inches
Oh
I'm a troublemaker when I leave detention
Hoe
I'm as real as it gets at least in three dimensions
Whoa
Cannot neglect it it's only up because I keep ascending
I felt accepted but only once I received attention
Got a pickaxe that's maintained
Find the mismatch and take aim
I kick ass and take names
It's live, laugh, love's kayfabe
This shit's wack I don't play games
Except blackjack with Jack Black
I will go chicken jockey when the critics mock me
Chicken Jockey
Bunch of parrots you should be embarrassed
I'm the rarest 'til I'm extinct I'm a dying breed
What I spit is acidic I put on a clinic sprinting to the finish
I came to win; caliber's main event
How could I be watered down I'm in flames again
Zip it critics
Call me Johnny Storm I'm only getting hotter
Your front is an act in fact you're back on track win an Oscar
With a minute left I'm in-
-clined to end the threat
Go
Decline your friend request
Show you out the door don't miss a step
Focus on myself and wealth
I'm poor in tremendous debt
I've got two options
Turn this curse into a gift instead
Or be Commander Turd
I mean Amber Herd if I shit the bed
I'd rather be a standard nerd who did the reps
It's 'boutta be graphic
I think it's time to put the kids to bed
Anyone who disrespects I'll twist their necks then lift their heads
Good riddance I'm here with vengeance
To pass this vindictive test
Your girl asks when will I visit next
When I'm on the express lane
I can send a text
I go down give the best brain
She digs my intellect
I steal her heart committing theft
Leaving her dripping wet
I'm all in no take backsies
In the flesh
I'm ballin' in a t-shirt and gray khakis
Let me cook I'm hot and fresh
No time to stop and rest
Do not forget that life is no fair
It'll fuck you like Fake Taxis
Like Cinderella's story ended when midnight came
But devoted effort is keeping me in my lane
I could go forever
I'm leaving beats M.I.A
I wrote this letter signed
R-double-I-N-Y-A
Written by: Ryan Vieke
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