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 could it'd all be gray, but picture on my wall It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad
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 could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom I two letters back in autumn You must not got 'em It probably was a problem at the office or somethin'
I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's too, I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your uncle too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with
I got a room full of posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did Ruckus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, to chat yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your on my wall It 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 will be the last package i ever send your ass. its been six month still no i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on them perfect still called or wrote, I hope you have the chance I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to to me outside your concert you didn't have to But you could signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man,he's 6 years old We waited in the cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to Remember we met in Denver, you said if I write to you You would write back, see, I'm just you in a way I never my father neither He to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're in your songs So when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed I got a tattoo with your name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you it My girlfriend's 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was for people like us growing up You've call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan. PS, we be together too
My tea's gone cold, I'm 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 Mr. "I'm too good to or write my fans" be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, "I drank a of vodka, ya dare me to drive?" You know that by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?
About guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he him? That's how this is, you could have rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all o' pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we could have been together, about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream it
And when you dream, I you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscious eats at you and you breathe without me See Slim, up bitch, I'm trying to talk Hey Slim, my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more and then die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send shit out?
My tea's gone cold, I'm why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window and I see at all And if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have you Don't think I did shit intentionally, just to diss you And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists I say that shit clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I you need some counselin' To your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need other Or maybe you just need to treat her I hope you get to this letter I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' fine If relax a little, I'm glad 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 was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape but it say who it was to Come to think about it his name was, it was you,