Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stan, artist - Liquid Audio. Album song RAP INSTRUMENTALS VOL.6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2012
Record label: Liquid Audio
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'll 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 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-a 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; |
f*ck 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 b*tch who didn't want him |
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan |
I even got the underground sh*t that you did with Skam |
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man |
I like the sh*t you did with Rawkus too, that sh*t was fat |
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'll 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 F*CKED UP you don't answer fans |
If you didn't wanna 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 blistering cold for you |
Four hours and you just said, No |
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his f*ckin 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 bein 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 saying 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'll all be gray |
But your picture on my wall |
It reminds me, that it's not so bad |
It's not so bad |
Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans |
This'll be the last package I ever send your a*s |
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 sending you, I hope you hear it |
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 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 drowning |
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? |
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning |
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 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 love 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 |
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 the Starter cap |
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta 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 just clowning dog |
c'mon - how f*cked up is you? |
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselling |
To help your as* from bouncing 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 sh*t |
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, his name was it was you Damn! |