[Hook] Out of sight, out of mind Out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest of my life
[Verse 1] Dear Anne, my number one fan I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand With my pen in my right and that's also my mic hand Codeine in a 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 Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright So I continue my plan and I'm sure like white sand That they'll be price paying before my flight land But still I want to see more than my sight can A door so I can't ignore what I want anymore So I just go: you can call me the "goer" And oh, yeah I got a girl, she act like I owe her And umm, sometimes it seems like I just don't know her And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore But I really hope I'm not starting to bore, page one
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[Verse 2] Dear Anne, my number one fan I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand I hope everyone's good, I hope everyone's praying I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands See, lately I've been dealing With a lot of shit, Anne It's burning me and I can't get out of this pan And everytime 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
Anne, I'm trying to stay up out them Chicks' pants, 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, page two
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[Verse 3] Dear Anne, my number one fan By now you probably think that I'm portrayin' who I'm sayin' And sometimes I wish I wasn't him, but I am And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am Hey, you are the shit, damn pardon the gram' But it's like you make me feel like I'm a part of the Fam And shit, when my life is 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 begin I just think of you then I'm rewarded again, Anne With you, is where my artistry can, Anne So with you, is where a part of me stands, Anne I hope I see you in the stands, Anne Because you know I understand, Anne And I'm sorry about Stan So I wrote this to say that I'm your number one fan