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 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.

[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 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 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
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.

[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]