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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'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 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'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***h
Who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground s**t that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the s**t you did with
Rawkus too that s**t 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 f**ked 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 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 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 247
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 a*s
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
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 b***h 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 s**t I forgot—how am I supposed to send this s**t 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 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 s**t intentionally
Just to diss you
But what's this s**t you said about
You like to cut your wrists too
I say that s**t just clownin' dawg come on
How f**ked up is you
You got some issues Stan I think
You need some counselin'
To help your a*s from bouncin' off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this s**t 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 s**t
I seen this one s**t 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