Eminem - Stan Lyrics
Chorus: didoMy teas gone cold Im wondering why i..Got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window..And I cant see at allAnd even if I could itll all be gray,But your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that its not so bad,Its not so bad..1st chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background2nd chorus: full volume with beat right after thunder noise[eminem as stan]Dear slim, I wrote but you still aint callinI left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethinSometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot emBut anyways; ***** it, whats been up? man hows your daughter?My girlfriends pregnant too, Im bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what ima call her?Ima name her bonnieI read about your uncle ronnie too Im sorryI had a friend kill himself over some ***** who didnt want himI know you probably hear this everyday, but Im your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with skamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like the shit you did with rawkus too, that shit was fatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fanThis is stan{chorus: dido}[eminem as stan]Dear slim, you still aint called or wrote, I hope you have a chanceI aint mad - I just think its *****ed up you dont answer fansIf you didnt wanna talk to me outside your concertYou didnt have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for matthewThats my little brother man, hes only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for you,Four hours and you just said, no.Thats pretty shitty man - youre like his *****in idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI aint that mad though, I just dont like bein lied toRemember when we met in denver - you said if Id write youYou would write back - see Im just like you in a wayI never knew my father neither;He used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what youre saying in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put em onCause I dont really got shit else so that shit helps when Im depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIts like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell itMy girlfriends jealous cause I talk about you 24/7But she dont know you like I know you slim, no one doesShe dont know what it was like for people like us growin upYou gotta call me man, Ill be the biggest fan youll ever loseSincerely yours, stan -- p.s.We should be together too{chorus: dido}[eminem as stan]Dear mister-im-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,Thisll be the last package I ever send your assIts been six months and still no word - I dont deserve it?I know you got my last two letters;I wrote the addresses on em perfectSo this is my cassette Im sending you, I hope you hear itIm in the car right now, Im doing 90 on the freewayHey slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?You know the song by phil collins, in the air of the nightAbout that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowningBut didnt, then phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?Thats kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowningNow its too late - Im on a 1000 downers now, Im drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped +all+ of your pictures off the wallI love you slim, we coulda been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you cant sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream I hope you cant sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscience eats at you and you cant breathe without meSee slim; {*screaming*} shut up *****! Im tryin to talk!Hey slim, thats my girlfriend screamin in the trunkBut I didnt slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I aint like youCause if she suffocates shell suffer more, and then shell die tooWell, gotta go, Im almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, howm I supposed to send this shit out?{*car tires squeal*} {*crash*}.. {*brief silence*} .. {*loud splash*}{chorus: dido}[eminem]Dear stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busyYou said your girlfriends pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, Im really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd heres an autograph for your brother,I wrote it on the starter capIm sorry I didnt see you at the show, I musta missed youDont think I did that shit intentionally just to diss youBut whats this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clownin dogg,Cmon - how *****ed up is you?You got some issues stan, I think you need some counselingTo help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down someAnd whats this shit about us meant to be together?That type of shitll make me not want us to meet each otherI really think you and your girlfriend need each otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourself, I think that youll be doin just fineIf you relax a little, Im glad I inspire you but stanWhy are you so mad? try to understand, that I do want you as a fanI just dont want you to do some crazy shitI seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sickSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape, but they didnt say who it was toCome to think about, his name was.. it was youDamn!
