My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window and I see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad
My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning 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 It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters in autumn You not have got 'em It probably was a at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's too, I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what call her? I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground that you did with ScamZ
I got a room full of your and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to Truly yours, your biggest fan, is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Mr i'm too good to call or write my fans, this will be the last package i ever send your ass. its been six month still no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two i wrote the address on them perfect still ain't or wrote, I hope you have the chance I ain't mad, I think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your you didn't have to But you have signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother, man,he's only 6 years old We waited in the blistering for you for 4 hours and ya just said no That's pretty shitty man, like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't that mad, but I don't like bein' lied to Remember we met in Denver, you said if I write to you You would write back, see, I'm like you in a way I never knew my neither He used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're sayin' in songs So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us up You've gotta call me man, I'll be the fan you'll ever lose yours, Stan. PS, we should be together too
My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all The 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 It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. "I'm too to call or write my fans" This'll be the package I ever send your ass It's six months and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya me to drive?" You know that song by Phil from "The Air In The Night"?
About that guy who could saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his he found him? That's kinda how is, you could have rescued me from drowning Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy or a call I you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall I you Slim, we could have been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe me See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to Hey Slim, that's my screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and she'll die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?
My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that And an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on your starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to you And what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls you get down some And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each Or you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read letter I hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' fine If you'd relax a little, I'm that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do you as a fan I just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was with his kid And in the car they found a but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it his was, it was you, damn