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| Lyrics
Submitted By: Stan (must be a joke) |
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| Chorus:
(Dido) |
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| My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. |
| got out of bed at all |
| The morning rain clouds up my window.. |
| and I can't see at all |
| And even if I could it'll all be gray, |
| but your picture on my wall |
| It reminds me, that it's not so bad, |
| it's not so bad.. |
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| [Eminem as 'Stan'] |
| Dear Slim, I wrote 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-a got 'em |
| There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin |
| Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em |
| but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? |
| My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father |
| If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? |
| I'ma name her Bonnie |
| I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry |
| I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him |
| I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan |
| I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam |
| I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man |
| I like the shit you did with Rawkus 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 Stan |
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| Repeat
Chorus |
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| Dear Slim, 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 your concert |
| you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew |
| That's my little brother man, he's only six years old |
| We waited in the blistering cold for you, |
| four hours and you just said, "No." |
| That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol |
| He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do |
| I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to |
| Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you |
| you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way |
| I never knew my father neither; |
| he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her |
| I can relate to what you're saying in your songs |
| so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on |
| cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed |
| I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest |
| Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds |
| It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me |
| See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it |
| My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 |
| But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does |
| She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up |
| You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose |
| Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S. |
| We should be together too |
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| Repeat
Chorus |
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| Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, |
| this'll be the last package I ever send your ass |
| It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? |
| I know you got my last two letters; |
| I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect |
| So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it |
| I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway |
| Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? |
| You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" |
| about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning |
| but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? |
| That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning |
| Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy |
| and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call |
| I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall |
| I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it |
| You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it |
| And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it |
| I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me |
| See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! |
| Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk |
| but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you |
| cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too |
| Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now |
| Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? |
| {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} |
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| Repeat
Chorus |
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| Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy |
| You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? |
| Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that |
| and here's an autograph for your brother, |
| I wrote it on the Starter cap |
| I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you |
| Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you |
| But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? |
| I say that shit just clownin
dog, |
| c'mon - how fucked up is you? |
| You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling |
| to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some |
| And what's this shit about us meant to be together? |
| That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other |
| I really think you and your girlfriend need each other |
| or maybe you just need to treat her better |
| I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time |
| before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine |
| if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan |
| why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan |
| I just don't want you to do some crazy shit |
| I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick |
| Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge |
| and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid |
| and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to |
| Come to think about, his name was.. it was you |
| Damn! |
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