Song Lyrics

66. Stan

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 gray

But your picture on my wall

Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

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 gray

But your picture on my wall

Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear, Slim

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 of got 'em

It was probably at the post office of something

Sometimes I scribble the address to 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 about to be a father

If I have a daughter guess what Imma call her?

Imma name her Bonnie

I read about your uncle Ronnie too

I'm sorry

I had a friend who killed himself over some b*tch who didn't want him

I know you probably hear this everyday

But I'm your biggest fan

I even got the 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 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 gray

But your picture on my wall

Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear, Slim

You still ain't call 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 the concert, you didn't have to