Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stan, artist - Eminem. Album song Curtain Call: The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
Stan |
My tea's gone cold |
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all |
The morning rain 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 wall |
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad |
My tea's gone cold |
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all |
The morning rain 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 wall |
It 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 bottom |
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em |
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' |
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em |
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? |
How's your daughter? |
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father |
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? |
I'ma name her Bonnie |
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry |
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him |
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan |
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam |
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man |
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat |
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back |
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan |
My tea's gone cold |
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all |
The morning rain 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 wall |
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad |
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance |
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans |
If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert |
You didn't have to |
But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew |
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old |
We waited in the blisterin' cold |
For you, for four hours, and you just said no |
That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol |
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do |
I ain't that mad, though I just don't like being lied to |
Remember when we met in Denver? |
You said if I'd write you, you would write back |
See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither |
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her |
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs |
So when 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 depressed |
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest |
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds |
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me |
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it |
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 |
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does |
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up |
You gotta call me, man |
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose, sincerely yours, Stan |
P.S.: We should be together too |
My tea's gone cold |
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all |
The morning rain 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 wall |
It 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 ass |
It's been six months, and still no word — I 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 sendin' you, I hope you hear it |
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway |
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? |
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" |
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' |
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? |
That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin' |
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy |
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call |
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall |
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together — think about it! |
You ruined 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 about it; |
I hope your conscience eats at you |
And you can't breathe without me |
See, Slim— shut up, bitch! |
I'm tryin' to talk |
Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk |
But 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 too |
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now |
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?! |
My tea's gone cold |
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all |
The morning rain 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 wall |
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad |
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy |
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? |
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that |
And here's an autograph |
For your brother; |
I wrote it on a Starter cap |
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you |
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you |
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? |
I say that shit's 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 some |
And 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 other |
Or maybe you just need to treat her better |
I hope you get to read this letter |
I just hope it reaches you in time |
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine |
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan |
Why are you so mad? |
Try to understand that I do want you as a fan |
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit |
I seen this one shit on the news |
A couple weeks ago that made me sick |
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge |
And had his girlfriend in the trunk |
And she was pregnant with his kid |
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to |
Come to think about it, his name was… it was you, damn |