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 one fan I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand With my pen in my right hand 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 (shore) 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 Gore 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 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)
[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 everybody'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 2.
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 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
Out of sight, out of mind, Out of time, to decided. Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest, of my life. (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
