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 grey but your picture
on my wall
It reminds me that it's not
so bad, it's not so bad
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 grey but your picture
on my wall
It reminds me that it's not
so bad, it's not so bad
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 f**k 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'm-a call her?
I'm-a 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 fat
Anyways, I hope you get
this man, hit me back
Just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest
fan, this is Stan
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 grey but your picture
on my wall
It reminds me that it's not
so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't
called or wrote, I hope
you have a 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 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
4 hours and you
just said "No"
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his f**kin' idol
He wants to be just like
you man, he likes
you more than I do
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
'cos you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous
'cos 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
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 grey but your picture
on my wall
It reminds me that it's
not so bad, it's not so bad
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 ninety
on the freeway
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 - 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
'Cos 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?
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' dogg, c'mon
how f**ked up is you?
You got some issues Stan
I think you need
some counselling
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 it,
his name was, it was you
Damn!