My tea's cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my And I see at all And if I could it'll all be gray, Put picture on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad, not so bad
My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning clouds up my window And I see at all And if I could it'll all be gray, Put your on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her? I'm a name her I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, Just to chat, truly yours, your fan This is
Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance 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 brother man, he's only six years old We in the blistering cold for you, For four hours and you said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his idol He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein' lied to Remember we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back, See I'm just you in a way I never knew my neither, He used to cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to you're saying in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of name across the chest I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I about you 24/7 But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. 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 see at all And if I could it'll all be gray, Put your on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans", This will be the package I ever send your ass It's been six months and no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the 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 a fifth of vodka, You dare me to You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a that other guy from drowning But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm And all I wanted was a lousy or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out?
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that And an autograph for your brother, I it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I see you at the show, I must of missed you think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling To help your ass from bouncing off the walls you get down some And what's shit about us meant to be together? type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend each other Or you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine If you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy I this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to to think about, his name was, it was you Damn!