Eminem, Dido - Stan lyrics
Eminem [Marshall Bruce Mathers III] Detroit, Michigan. U.S.
[Eminem, Dido - Stan lyrics]
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'd all be gray
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, 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 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 every day
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
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'd all be gray
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 fucked up
You don't answer fans
If you didn't want to 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 blisterin' cold
For you, for 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
Sayin' 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 with
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 PS 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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr 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 sendin' you
I hope you hear it i'm in the car right now
I'm doin' 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 drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: you
Coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand 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 loved 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
‘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 am I supposed
To send this shit out?!
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
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 a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must've 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', dawg, come on
How fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan
I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' 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
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'd all be gray
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, 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 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 every day
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
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'd all be gray
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 fucked up
You don't answer fans
If you didn't want to 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 blisterin' cold
For you, for 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
Sayin' 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 with
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 PS 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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr 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 sendin' you
I hope you hear it i'm in the car right now
I'm doin' 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 drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: you
Coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand 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 loved 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
‘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 am I supposed
To send this shit out?!
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'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
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 a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must've 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', dawg, come on
How fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan
I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' 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
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