My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain up my window And I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray Put your on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad not so bad
My gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I could all be gray Put picture on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but ain't callin' I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call I'm a name her I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan I got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is
My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my And I see at all And if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my It me, that it's not so bad not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six old We waited in the cold for you, For four hours and you said, "No." That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd you you would write back See I'm just you in a way I knew my father neither He to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to you're saying in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else so shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7 But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be too
My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray Put picture on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad not so bad
Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or My Fans" This will be the last I ever send your ass been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka You dare me to You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning But didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you breathe without me See Slim, shut up bitch! I'm to talk! Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?
My tea's gone I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning clouds up my window And I see at all And even if I could all be gray Put picture on my wall It reminds me, it's not so bad not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that And here's an for your brother I wrote it on the cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of you Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your too? I say that shit clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some To help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And this shit about us meant to be together? type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other I think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her I hope you get to this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to Come to think about, his was, it was you Damn!