[Hook] 
Out of sight, out of mind 
Out of time to decide 
Do [bad word]  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 
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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  [bad word] pardon the gram' 
But it's like you make me feel like I'm a part of the Fam 
And [bad word]  when my life is like some sort of exam 
It's a jungle out there, lions, horses and rams 
 [bad word]  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 

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