Stan Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp - Eminem

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 

put 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 

put your picture on my wall 

It reminds me, that it's not so bad 

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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 something 

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 everyday, 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 Ruckus too, that shit was phat 

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back 

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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 

put 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 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 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 bein' lied to 

Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write to you, you would write back 

See, I'm just like you in 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 

Cuz I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed 

I even got a tattoo with 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 'cuz 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 

put 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 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 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 Tonight" 

About that guy, who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' 

But didn't then Phil saw it all then at that show he found him 

That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin' 

No 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 of 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 you and you can't breathe without me 

See Slim; shut up bitch! I'm trying 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'll all be gray 

Put 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've 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 musta missed you 

Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you 

And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? 

I say that shit just clowning dog 

c'mon - how fucked up is you? 

You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling 

to help your ass 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 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, his name was. it was you 

Damn!