Stan (Explicit)

Stan (Explicit) - Eminem (埃米納姆)/Dido (蒂朵)

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman

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 gray

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 gray

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've got 'em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways f**k it what's been up man

How's your daughter

My girlfriend's pregnant too I'm 'bout to be a father

If I have a daughter guess what I'ma call her

I'ma name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry

I had a friend kill himself over some b***h who didn't want him

I know you probably hear this every day but I'm your biggest fan

I even got the underground s**t that you did with Skam

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man

I like the s**t you did with Rawkus too that s**t was phat

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 gray

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 a chance

I ain't mad I just think it's f**ked 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 coulda signed an autograph for Matthew

That's my little brother man he's only six years old

We waited in the blisterin' cold

For you for four hours and you just said no

That's pretty s**tty man you're like his f**kin' 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'd 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 s**tty day I drift away and put 'em on

'Cause I don't really got s**t else

So that s**t 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 growin' up

You gotta call me man

I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose

Sincerely yours Stan P.S. We should be together too

Dido：

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 gray

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 a*s

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 sendin' you I hope you hear it

I'm in the car right now I'm doin' 90 on the freeway

Hey Slim I drank a fifth of vodka you dare me to drive

You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air of the Night"

About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'

But didn't then Phil saw it all then at a show he found him

That's kinda how this is you coulda rescued me from drownin'

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 of your pictures off the wall

I loved you Slim we coulda 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 conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me

See Slim shut up b***h I'm tryin' to talk

Hey Slim that's my girlfriend screamin' 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 s**t I forgot how am I supposed to send this s**t out

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 gray

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 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've missed you

Don't think I did that s**t intentionally just to diss you

But what's this s**t you said about you

Like to cut your wrists too

I say that s**t just clownin' dawg come on

How f**ked up is you

You got some issues Stan

I think you need some counselin'

To help your a*s from bouncin' off the walls

When you get down some

And what's this s**t about us meant to be together

That type of s**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 just hope it reaches you in time

Before you hurt yourself

I think that you'll be doin' just fine

If you relax a little I'm glad 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 s**t

I seen this one s**t 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 they didn't say who it was to

Come to think about it his name was it was you

D**n