Lil Wayne - Dear Anne lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Dear Anne lyrics]
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?
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 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
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?
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've 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
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 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
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?
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 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
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?
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?
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 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
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?
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've 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
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 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
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?
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 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
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?