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Song StanI got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window And I can't see at all And even if I could It would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad. I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window And I can't see at all And even if I could It would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad. I wrote you but you still ain't calling I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in Autumn You must not have gotten '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 o How's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter o Guess what I'mma call her? I'mma gonna 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 Scam 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, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window And I can't see at all And even if I could It would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad. You still ain't called or wrote I hope you have a chance I ain't mad o I just think it's fucked up YouR 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 six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you For four hours and ya just said no That's pretty shitty man You're like his fucking 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 you You would write back See, I'm just like you in a 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 Cause 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 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'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan P.S. We should be together too I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds at my window And I can't see at all And even if I could It would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad. 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 Ya dare me to drive?" You know that song by Phil Collins From "The Air In The Night"? About that guy who could have saved That other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all Then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is You could have rescued me from drowning Now 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 o' your pictures off the wall 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 try-na 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? I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds At my window and I can't see at all And even if I could, it would all be great To put your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad. 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 must have missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally Just to diss you But what's the shit you said about you Like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg Come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan I think you need some counseling 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 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 doing 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 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 it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it His name was It was you Damn Eminem A Saw Point For Eminem of all time is held by Detroit rapper Eminem. The Marshall Mathers LP sold a record 1.76 million copies in its first week in the US in May 2000. Seen by some people as a brilliant lyricist reflecting social problems in American society, and by others as a bad influence on adolescents worldwide who are influenced by his aggressive lyrics, Eminem's records court controversy - his ode to an obsessive fan, "Stan," proved an international smash hit. He is so popular that a search on the internet will offer at least 215,000 links. Tongue in cheek references to members of his own family in his songs have led to multimillion dollar lawsuits, dwarfed only by the even larger profits from his album and video sales, which show no sign of slowing down. Guinness World Records Other Eminem Songs and Lyrics '97 Bonnie & Clyde, Marshall Mathers, Bitch Please, The Real Slim Shady, Amityville, Bad Meets Evil Eminem Quotes I hate Europe. I fucking hate Europe in bold letters with exclamation points. Eminem |
