Dear Anne (mixtape)

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

Dear Anne, my number 1 fan
I write with the light from the lamp on my nightstand
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
Ca-can I 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 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 Gore
And oh yeah
I got a girl, but 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

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

Dear Anne, my number 1 fan
By now you probably think that 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
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 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
And, with you is where my artistry can
And, 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
Anne, and I’m sorry about Stan
So I wrote this to say that I’m your number 1 fan

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

(sample of "stay" by Eminem)