Stan Lyrics by Eminem is a popular English song from the album “The Marshall Mathers LP” sung by popular rapper Eminem featuring Dido. Lyrics of this song are written by Eminem & Dido and music produced by DJ Mark The 45 King.
Stan Song Details
Singer : Eminem, Dido
Album : The Marshall Mathers LP
Lyrics : Eminem, DJ Mark The 45 King, Dido, Paul Herman
Music : DJ Mark The 45 King, Eminem
Label : Shady Records, Interscope Records
Stan Lyrics
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 calling
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 something
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’mma call her?
I’mma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some b*tch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this every day
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 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 wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to, but you could’ve 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**king 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 being 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 saying in your songs
So when I have a sh*tty day, I drift away and put ’em on
‘Cause I don’t really got shit else so that sh*t helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of 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 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 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 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 Tonight”
About that guy who could’ve saved that other guy from drowning
But didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you could’ve 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 of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we could’ve 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*tch! 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?
(car tires squeal, crash, loud splash)
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’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’ve 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’s just clowning , 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 bouncing off the walls when you get 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 doing 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 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 they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was… it was you
Damn!