Stan

Stan - Straight Up

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'll 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'll 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 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-a 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**ch

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 Skam

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

I like the sh*t you did with Rawkus 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 window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll 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 wanna 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 blistering cold for you

For four hours and you just said No

That's pretty shitty man

You're like his f**kin idol

He wants to be just like you

Man he likes you more than I do

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 growing up

You've gotta call me man

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

Sincerely yours Stan

P S 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 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 Mister I'm too good to call or write my fans

This'll be the last package I ever send your a**

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

I loved you Slim we could have 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 conscious eats at you

And you can't breathe without me

See Slim "Shut up b**ch

I'm trying to talk"

Hey Slim that's my girlfriend screaming 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 sh*t I forgot

How am I supposed to send this sh*t out

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 the 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 wrist too

I say that sh*t just clownin' dawg

C'mon how f**ked up is you

You got some issues Stan

I think you need some counseling

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

When you get down some

And what's this sh*t about us mean 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 just hope it reaches you in time

Before you hurt yourself

I think that you'll be doin' just fine

If you'd 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 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 had 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