Stan Eminem
PROPS GO TO: dog_food
Eminem
[G#m]My tea's gone [Emaj7]cold, I'm wondering [F#]why I got [B]out of [B/A#]bed at [G#m]all
[G#m]The morning [Emaj7]rain clouds up my [F#]window and [B]I can't [B/A#]see at [G#m]all
[G#m]And even i[Emaj7]f I could, it'd [F#]all be gray, but your [B]picture [B/A#]on my [G#m]wall
It [Emaj7]reminds me that it's [Emaj7/F]not so bad, it's [Emaj7]not so bad
[G#m]My tea's gone [Emaj7]cold, I'm wondering [F#]why I got [B]out of [B/A#]bed at [G#m]all
[G#m]The morning [Emaj7]rain clouds up my [F#]window and [B]I can't [B/A#]see at [G#m]all
[G#m]And even i[Emaj7]f I could, it'd [F#]all be gray, but your [B]picture [B/A#]on my [G#m]wall
It [Emaj7]reminds me that it's [Emaj7/F]not so bad, it's [Emaj7]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 have got 'em
It 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 out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a 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 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
[G#m]My tea's gone [Emaj7]cold, I'm wondering [F#]why I got [B]out of [B/A#]bed at [G#m]all
[G#m]The morning [Emaj7]rain clouds up my [F#]window and [B]I can't [B/A#]see at [G#m]all
[G#m]And even i[Emaj7]f I could, it'd [F#]all be gray, but your [B]picture [B/A#]on my [G#m]wall
It [Emaj7]reminds me that it's [Emaj7/F]not so bad, it's [Emaj7]not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the 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 the concert you didn't have to
But you could have 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 sh*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 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 sh*tty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got sh*t else, so that sh*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 growing up
You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together, too
[G#m]My tea's gone [Emaj7]cold, I'm wondering [F#]why I got [B]out of [B/A#]bed at [G#m]all
[G#m]The morning [Emaj7]rain clouds up my [F#]window and [B]I can't [B/A#]see at [G#m]all
[G#m]And even i[Emaj7]f I could, it'd [F#]all be gray, but your [B]picture [B/A#]on my [G#m]wall
It [Emaj7]reminds me that it's [Emaj7/F]not so bad, it's [Emaj7]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 ass
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
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins in "The Air in The Night"?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
But they didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning
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 o' your pictures off the wall
I love 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 conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
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?
Bridge:
([Emaj7]Screechin[Emaj7/F]g tires, [Emaj7]crashing sounds;[Emaj7] car sp[Emaj7/F]lashes into[Emaj7] the water)
[G#m]My tea's gone [Emaj7]cold, I'm wondering [F#]why I got [B]out of [B/A#]bed at [G#m]all
[G#m]The morning [Emaj7]rain clouds up my [F#]window and [B]I can't [B/A#]see at [G#m]all
[G#m]And even i[Emaj7]f I could, it'd [F#]all be gray, but your [B]picture [B/A#]on my [G#m]wall
It [Emaj7]reminds me that it's [Emaj7/F]not so bad, it's [Emaj7]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 your 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
But what's this sh*t you said about you like to cut your wrists, 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 counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you be down some
And what's this sh*t about us meant 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 that 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 S... it was you. Damn.
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