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[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide?
For the rest of my life (x2).
[Lil Wayne]
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 thats also my mic hand
Codeine in a Sprite can, ink on the white pad
And Im thinking of life, Anne and wrong and right Anne
And sometimes Im right and sometimes I might
Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright
So I continue my plan and Im sure like white sand
That theyll be price paying before my flight land
But still I want to see more than my sight can
A door so I cant 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 dont know her
And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore
But I really hope Im not starting to bore, page one
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide?
For the rest of my life (x2).
[Lil Wayne]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
I write you this letter, I hope everythings grand
I hope everyones good, I hope everyones praying
I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands
See, lately Ive been dealing
With a lot of shit, Anne
Its burning me and I cant get out of this pan
And everytime I look theres a problem with this man
But I aint tryna expose, Im just tryna expand
But your support held me up like kickstands
And Im also being more careful in how I pick friends
Anne, Im trying to stay up out them
Chicks pants, but I just cant!
But on another note, this aint just another note
This is more than a rap this is more of an oath
And I know youre wondering what this letter is for
And Im just hoping that you read this far, page two
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide?
For the rest of my life(x2).
[Lil Wayne]
Dear Anne, my number one fan
By now you probably think that Im portrayin who Im sayin
And sometimes I wish I wasnt him, but I am
And its people like you that make me proud of what I am
Hey, you are the shit, damn pardon the gram
But its like you make me feel like Im a part of the Fam
And shit, when my life is like some sort of exam
Its 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 Im 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 Im sorry about Stan
So I wrote this to say that Im your number one fan
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide?
For the rest of my life (x2).
