My gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my and I can't see at all And even if I it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, 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 all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me that 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 sent two back in autumn You not have got 'em It probably was a problem at the post or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a If I have a daughter, what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan I even got the underground that you did with ScamZ
I got a room full of your and your pictures, man I the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, is Stan
My tea's 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 if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me 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 package i ever send your ass. its been six month still no word i dont deserve it, i know you got my last two letters i wrote the address on them perfect still ain't or wrote, I hope you have the chance I ain't mad, I just think it's 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 have an autograph for Matthew
my little brother, man,he's only 6 years old We waited in the cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad, but I just like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I to you You would write back, see, I'm like you in a way I never knew my father He used to always on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed I got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut to see how much it bleeds like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you
But she don't you like I know you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us up You've gotta me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan. PS, we should be too
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 on my wall It reminds me that not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. "I'm too good to or write my fans" This'll be the last package I ever your ass It's been six months and still no word, I deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya me to drive?" You know that by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night"?
About that guy who could have saved that guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found That's kinda how this is, you could have rescued me from 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' your pictures off the I love you Slim, we could have together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your eats at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm to talk Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the
But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer 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?
My tea's cold, I'm wondering 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 could all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner, but I've just been busy You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that And an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on your starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I have missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to you And what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls you get down some And what's this shit us meant to be together? That type of make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other Or maybe you need to treat her better I you get to read this letter I just it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that be doin' just fine If you'd a little, I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant his kid And in the car they found a but it didn't say who it was to to think about it his name was, it was you, damn