Out of sight, out of mind, out of time, to decided. Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest, of my life. x2
Verse 1: 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 cant 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.
[Chorus] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time, to decided. Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest, of my life. x2
[Verse 2] 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 cant 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 Page 2
[Chorus] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time, to decided. Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest, of my life. x2
[Verse 3] 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 its 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.
[Chorus] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time, to decided. Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest, of my life. x2
--------------------------------- Припев] С глаз долой, Из сердца вон. Нет времени для принятия решений. Бежим? Неужели всю оставшуюся жизнь Я буду прятаться?
[Куплет 1] Милая, Анна, мой самый преданный фанат. Я пишу под светом ламы на моем маленьком столике. Держу ручку в правой руке, как будто это мой микрофон, Кодеин в Спрайте, чернила по белым листам блокнота. И я думаю о жизни, Анна, о плохом и хорошем И иногда я прав, а иногда я могу Не найти просвет, пока мои рифмы блестят. Так, что я продолжаю мой чертеж и я убежден в этом. Они будут платить мне по прайсу, пока я не приземлюсь Но я всё-таки хочу видеть то, что скрывается от меня за дверью. Я не могу больше игнорировать то, что хочу Так что я просто пойду: можешь назвывать меня \"ходок\" И кстати, у меня есть девочка, она поступает так, как будто я должен ей. И ммм... иногда мне кажется, что я не знаю её.