[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Can we–

[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 like white sand

That they'll be price paying before my flight land

But still, I-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 goer

And oh yeah, I got a girl, she act like I owe her

And uhm, 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

[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Can we–

[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-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 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

Anne, I'm trying to stay up out them chicks' pants

Hehehe, 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

[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Can we–

[Verse 3]

Dear Anne, my number one fan

By now, you probably think that I'm portraying who I'm saying

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-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

[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide

Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? Can we–