My tea's cold I'm wondering why I. got out of bed at all The rain clouds up my window. and I see at all And if I could it'll all be gray, but picture on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad.
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Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her? I'ma her Bonnie I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back, to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a I ain't mad - I think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's six years old We waited in the blistering for you, four hours and you said, "No." That's shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do I that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd you you would back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father he to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in songs so I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm I got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it My girlfriend's cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for like us growin up You gotta me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, -- P.S. We be together too
Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-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 So this is my 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 of vodka, you dare me to drive? You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him? That's how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy or a call I hope you know I ripped of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it You 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 it I hope conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the but I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this out?
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Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she? Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for brother, I wrote it on the cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I missed you Don't think I did that shit just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too? I say shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to each other I really you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you need to treat her better I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine if you relax a little, I'm 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 that made me Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid and in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his was. it was you Stan!