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| Eminem - "Stan" Chorus (Dido) My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all, The morning rain clouds on 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, (Eminem) Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, pager, and my home phone at the bottom, I sent two letters back in Autumn, you must not have got 'em, It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin', Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em, But anyways, f*ck 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 b*tch who didn't want him, I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan, I even got the underground sh*t you did with Skam, I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man, I like the sh*t you did with Rawkus, that sh*t was phat, Anyways, I hope you get this, hit be back, Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, This is Stan Repeat Chorus Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad, I just think it's f*cked up you don't answer fans, If you didn't wanna talk to me outside the concert, You didn't have to, but you could've 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, For four hours and you just said, "No", That's pretty sh*tty man, you're like his f*cking idol, He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more that I do, I ain' that mad though, I just don't like being lied to, Remember when we met in Denver, you siad 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 sh*t else so that sh*t helps when I'm depressed, I even gotta 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 twenty-four seven, 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, Repeat Chorus Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans", This'll be the last package I ever send your *ss, 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 them perfect! So this is my cassett I'm sending you, I hope you here it, Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of Vodka, dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning, But didn't, then Phil show it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how it is, you could've rescued me from drowning, Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy, And all I wanted was a lousy letter or al call, I hope you know I ripped all your pictures of the wall, I love you Slim, we could've 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, shut up b*tch! I'm trying 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 sh*t, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh*t out? Repeat Chorus Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy, You said your girlfriends 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 this Starter Cap, I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you, Don't think I did that sh*t intentionally just to diss you, But what's this sh*t yous said you like to cut your wrists too? I say that sh*t just clownin' dogg, C'mon, how f*cked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling, To help you ass from bouncing of the walls when you get down some, And what's this sh*t about us meant to be together? That type of sh*t'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 hhope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time, Before you hurt yourself, I think you'llbe doin' just fine, If you relax a little, I'm gkad I inspire you, but Stan, Why are you so mad? Try to understan, that I do want you as a dan, 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 it, his name was, it was you DAMN! |
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