Stan (Live At Wembley 2014)

Stan (Live At Wembley 2014) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam David Willard

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam David Willard

Produced by：The 45 King/DJ Mark The 45 King

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've got 'em

There prob'ly was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways **** 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 ***** who didn't want him

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

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

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

I like the **** you did with Rawkus too that **** 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 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 a chance

I ain't mad I just think it's ****** 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 ****** man you're like his ******* 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 London?

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 ****** day I drift away and put 'em on

'Cause I don't really got **** else so that **** 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

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