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点击复制Stan - Lo Mejor del Rap y del Hip Hop/Vol.8
Lyrics by：Lo Mejor Del Rap Y Del Hip Hop
Composed by：Lo Mejor Del Rap Y Del Hip Hop
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 gray
Put 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 gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad bad
Dear Slim I wrote you but 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'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 everyday
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 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
Window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put 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 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
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 window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put 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 will 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 sending you I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 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 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 the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you
At the show I must of 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' dog
Come on how f**ked up is you
You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counseling
To help your a*s from bouncing
Off the walls when you get down some
And what's this s**t about us meant to be together
That type of s**t will 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 his name was it was you
D**n
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