Eminem feat. Dido

Stan

Chorus (2x):

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 grey

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 have got 'em

It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloopy

When I jot 'em but anyways, fuck it, what's been up man

How's your daughter ? My girlfriend's pregnant too

I'm out to be a father, if I have a daughter

Guess what I'm-a call her ? I'm-a 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 ScamZ

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man

I like the shit you did with Ruckus too

That shit was fat, anyways, I hope

You get this man, hit me back

Just to chat

Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan



Chorus



Dear Slim, you still ain't called

Or wrote, I hope you have the 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 could have signed

An autograph for Matthew, that's my little brother, man

He's only 6 years old, we waited in the blistering cold for you

For 4 hours and ya just said no

That's pretty shitly man, you're like his fuckin' idol

He wants to be just like you man

He likes you more than I do

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 growing up, you've gotta call me man

I'll be the biggest fan you ever lose

Sincerely your, Stan, PS: We should be together too



Chorus



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 sending you

I hope you hear it, I'm in the car right now

I'm doing 90 on the freeway

I love you Slim, we could have 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 conscious 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

Screaming 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 ?



Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner

But I've just been busy

You said your girlfriend's

Pregnant now, how far along she is ?

Look, I'm really flattered you would

Call your daughter that and here's an autograph

For your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show

I must have 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 clownin' dawg, c'mon

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 to 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'd be doin' just fine

If you'd relax a little

I'm glad that 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 coule 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 it didn't say who it was to

Come to think about it... his name was... it was you - DAMN!


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