Anne

Out of sight, out of mind,

Out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should i hide?

For the rest, of my life.

[x2]

Dear anne

My number 1 fan

I write with the light from the lamp on my nightstand

With my pen in my right hand

And that's also my mic hand

Codeine in the sprite can

Ink on the white pad

And i'm thinking of life, anne

And wrong and right, anne

And sometimes i'm right

And sometimes i might

Ca-can i find the light?

Still my rhymes are bright

So i continue my plan

And i'm sure (shore) like white sand

That they'll be price payin'

Before my flight land

But still, i want to see more than my sight can

Adore, so i can't ignore

What i want anymore

So i just go, you can call me the gore

And oh yeah

I got a girl, she act like i owe her

And um, sometimes it seems like i just don't know her

And yeh, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore

But i really hope i'm not starting to bore

Page 1.

Out of sight, out of mind,

Out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should i hide?

For the rest, of my life.

[x2]

Dear anne

My number 1 fan

I write you this letter

I hope everything's grand

I hope everyone's good

I hope everybody's praying

I hope - hold up baby, let me switch hands

See, lately i've been dealing with a lot of shit and

It's burning me and i can't get out of this pan

And every time i look there's a problem with this man

But i ain't tryna expose, i'm just tryna expand

But your support held me up like kickstands

And i'm also being more careful in how i pick friends

And i'm tryna stay up out them chick's pants

[laughs] but, i just can't

But, on another note, this ain't just another note

This is more than a rap

This is more of an oath

And i know you're wondering what this letter is for

And i'm just hoping that you read this far

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Out of sight, out of mind,

Out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should i hide?

For the rest, of my life.

[x2]

Dear anne

My number 1 fan

By now you probably think i'm portraying who i'm sayin

And sometimes i wish i wasn't him, but i am

And it's people like you that make me part of what i am

But hey, you are the shit

Damn, pardon the gram (grammar)

But it's like you make me feel like i'm a part of the fam

And shit, when my life be like some sort of exam

It's a jungle out there- lions, horses and rams

Shit, as i sit and wait for the war to began

I just think of you, then i'm rewarded again

And, with you, is where my artistry can

And, so with you is where a part of me stands

And, i hope i see you in the stands

Anne, because you know i understand

And, and i'm sorry about stan

So i wrote this to say i'm your number 1 fan.

Out of sight, out of mind,

Out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should i hide?

For the rest, of my life.

[x2]