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 even if I it'll all be gray, Put your picture on my It reminds me, that 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 see at all And if I could it'll all be gray, Put your on my wall It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I you but still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter? My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, what I'm a call her? I'm a her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back, Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan This is
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you answer fans If you didn't talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six old We in the blistering cold for you, For four and you just said, "No." That's shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you if I'd write you you would write back, See I'm like you in a way I knew my father neither, He used to always on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're 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 of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk you 24/7 But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for like us growin' up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too
My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window And I see at all And if I could it'll all be gray, Put picture on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans", This will be the last package I ever your ass It's 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 So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, You me to drive? You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who a saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you a rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm And all I was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your off the wall I love you Slim, we been together, think about it You ruined it now, I 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 eats at you and you can't without me See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to this shit out?
Dear Stan, I meant to you sooner but I just been busy You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your that And here's an for your brother, I it on the Starter cap I'm I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of shit will make me not us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each Or maybe you just need to treat her I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just If you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just want you to do some crazy shit I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some 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 found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his was, it was you Damn!