My tea's cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my 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
My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my 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 it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I sent two letters back in You not have got 'em It probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your My pregnant too, I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? name her Bonnie
I about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan I even got the shit that you did with ScamZ
I got a room of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, to chat Truly yours, biggest fan, this is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm 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 it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Mr i'm too good to call or 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 letters i wrote the address on them perfect still ain't called or wrote, I you have the chance I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans If you want to talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to But you could have signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother, man,he's 6 years old We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just no That's pretty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad, but I don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you if I write to you You would back, see, I'm just like you in a way I never knew my neither He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm I even got a tattoo with name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds like 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 like I know you, Slim, no one She don't know what it was for people like us growing 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 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 it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or my fans" This'll be the package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it? I know you got my two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope 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 song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?
About that guy who have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then saw it all then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could have rescued me drowning Now too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call I hope you I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we could have 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 girlfriend screaming in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit
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 it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I to write you sooner, but I've just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she? Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an for your brother, I wrote it on your starter cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you Don't I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists I say that just clownin' 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 when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be That type of shit'll make me not us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other Or maybe you need to treat her better I hope you get to read this I just hope it you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I that you'd be doin' just fine If you'd relax a little, I'm that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so Try to understand that I do want 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 made me sick Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was with his kid And in the car they a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it his name was, it was you,