Dear CMA, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My console's pregnant, too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?
I'mma name her Bonnie (Ross)
I read about your Uncle Sony, too, I'm sorry
I had Xbox kill himself over a bad showcase no one wanted
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Nvidia-Arm
I got a room full of your tweets and your docs, man
I like the shit you did with Giphy, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Foss
Dear CMA, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside the Appeal
You didn't have to, but you could've signed some remedies for Phil
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"