Lirik Lagu Stan - Eminem
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[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt 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 bottomI sent two letters back in AutumnYou must not have got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?I'mma name her BonnieI read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want himI know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with ScamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fanThis is Stan
[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Slim,You still ain't called or wroteI hope you have a chanceI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fansIf you didn't want to talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for MatthewThat's my little brother man, he's only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for youFor four hours and ya just said noThat's pretty shitty man, you're like his fucking idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied toRemember when we met in Denver, you said if I write youYou would write backSee, I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neitherHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you're sayin' in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em onCause I don't really got shit elseSo that shit helps when I'm depressedI even got a tattoo with your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one doesShe don't know what it was like for people like us growing upYou've gotta call me manI'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loseSincerely yours,StanP.S. We should be together too
[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt 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 assIt's been six months and still no wordI 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 itI'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freewayHey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?But didn't?Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?That's kinda how this isYou could have rescued me from drowningNow it's too lateI'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we could have been togetherThink about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without meSee Slim, shut up bitch, I'm try-na talkHey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunkBut 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 tooWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Stan,I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busyYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd here's an autograph for your brotherI wrote it on a Starter capI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed youDon't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss youBut what's the 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 someAnd 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 otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letterI just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourselfI think that you'd be doin' just fineIf you'd relax a littleI'm glad that I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad?Try to understand that I do want you as a fanI just don't 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 it didn't say who it was toCome to think about it, his name was, it was youDamn
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt 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 bottomI sent two letters back in AutumnYou must not have got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?I'mma name her BonnieI read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want himI know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with ScamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fanThis is Stan
[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Slim,You still ain't called or wroteI hope you have a chanceI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fansIf you didn't want to talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to but you could have signed an autograph for MatthewThat's my little brother man, he's only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for youFor four hours and ya just said noThat's pretty shitty man, you're like his fucking idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied toRemember when we met in Denver, you said if I write youYou would write backSee, I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neitherHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you're sayin' in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em onCause I don't really got shit elseSo that shit helps when I'm depressedI even got a tattoo with your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one doesShe don't know what it was like for people like us growing upYou've gotta call me manI'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loseSincerely yours,StanP.S. We should be together too
[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt 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 assIt's been six months and still no wordI 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 itI'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freewayHey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?"You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?But didn't?Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?That's kinda how this isYou could have rescued me from drowningNow it's too lateI'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we could have been togetherThink about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without meSee Slim, shut up bitch, I'm try-na talkHey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunkBut 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 tooWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
[Dido]My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' whyI got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds at my window and I can't see at allAnd even if I could, it would all be greatTo put your picture on my wallIt reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Stan,I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busyYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd here's an autograph for your brotherI wrote it on a Starter capI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed youDon't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss youBut what's the 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 someAnd 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 otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letterI just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourselfI think that you'd be doin' just fineIf you'd relax a littleI'm glad that I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad?Try to understand that I do want you as a fanI just don't 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 it didn't say who it was toCome to think about it, his name was, it was youDamn
