Karaoke Music / Songs in English-3 / Emimen - Stan
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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
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 sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f*ck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriends 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 some underground sh*t that you did with Scam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the sh*t you did with Ruckus too, that sh*t was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, 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 grey, but 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 the chance.
I ain't mad, I just think it's f*cked 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 sh*tty man, your like his f*ckin' idol
He want's to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.
I ain't mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write back to you,
you would write back.
See, I'm 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 sh*tty day, I drift away and put 'em on.
Cause I don't really got sh*t else, so that sh*t helps when I'm depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It's like adrenaline. The pain is such a sudded 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 got to call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: 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 grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
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.
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.
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.
{background screeming} See Slim, shut up b*tch, I'm trying to talk.
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screeming 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 at the bridge now.
Oh sh*t, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh*t out?
My tea's gone cold I wonder 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 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 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 sh*t intentionally, just to diss you.
And what's this sh*t you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that sh*t just clownin' dawg, how f*cked 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 sh*t about us meant to be together?
That type of sh*t'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 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 inspired 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 sh*t.
I seen this one sh*t on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge.
And 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!
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
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 sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f*ck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriends 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 some underground sh*t that you did with Scam.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the sh*t you did with Ruckus too, that sh*t was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, 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 grey, but 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 the chance.
I ain't mad, I just think it's f*cked 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 sh*tty man, your like his f*ckin' idol
He want's to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.
I ain't mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write back to you,
you would write back.
See, I'm 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 sh*tty day, I drift away and put 'em on.
Cause I don't really got sh*t else, so that sh*t helps when I'm depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It's like adrenaline. The pain is such a sudded 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 got to call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: 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 grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
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.
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.
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.
{background screeming} See Slim, shut up b*tch, I'm trying to talk.
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screeming 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 at the bridge now.
Oh sh*t, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this sh*t out?
My tea's gone cold I wonder 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 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 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 sh*t intentionally, just to diss you.
And what's this sh*t you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that sh*t just clownin' dawg, how f*cked 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 sh*t about us meant to be together?
That type of sh*t'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 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 inspired 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 sh*t.
I seen this one sh*t on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge.
And 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!