My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The rain clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I could all be gray, Put your on my wall It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad
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 even if I it'll all be gray, Put picture on my wall It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I sent two letters back in autumn, you not-a got 'em There probably was a at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a her Bonnie I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with I got a room full of your posters and pictures man I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, Just to chat, yours, your biggest fan This is
Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for That's my brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the cold for you, For four and you just said, "No." pretty 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 when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write you you would write back, See I'm just you in a way I never knew my neither, He to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your So when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your 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 you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I about you 24/7 But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does She know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too
My tea's cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The rain 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 Mister "I'm Too Good To Or Write My Fans", This will be the last package I send your ass It's been six months and still no word, I don't it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect So this is my I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, You dare me to You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who could a saved that other guy from But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him? That's kinda how this is, you a rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy or a call I hope you know I all of your pictures off the wall I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See Slim, up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk But I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then 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 write you sooner but I just busy You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter And an autograph for your brother, I it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I of missed you Don't think I did that shit just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too? I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling To help your ass bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this about us meant to be together? That type of shit will make me not want us to meet other I really think you and your girlfriend need other Or maybe you just to treat her better I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan Why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to Come to about, his name was, it was you Damn!