Lyrics:

Out of sight, out of mind Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
Dear Anne My number 1 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 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 Cannot 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 Goer 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 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.
Out of sight, out of mind Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
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,
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 tryna stay
Up out them chick's 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.
Out of sight, out of mind Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
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 proud 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 Anne, with you, is where my artistry can Anne,
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.
Out of sight, out of mind Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.