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Dear Anne, my number one fan.
I write with the life from the lamp on my nightstand
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 there'll be price payin' before my flight land
But still, I wanna 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 go-er
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.
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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 me switch hands
See, lately I been dealing with a lot of shit, 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
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 chicks pants.
Heh, 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 wondering what this letter is for.
And I'm just hoping that you read this far.
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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 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's 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 just think of you, and 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)
Dear Anne, my number one fan.
I write with the life from the lamp on my nightstand
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 there'll be price payin' before my flight land
But still, I wanna 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 go-er
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 One.
(Chorus)
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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 me switch hands
See, lately I been dealing with a lot of shit, 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
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 chicks pants.
Heh, 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 wondering what this letter is for.
And I'm just hoping that you read this far.
Page Two.
(Chorus)
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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 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's 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 just think of you, and 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)
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