Stan Lyrics – Eminem
In the song "Stan", Eminem corresponds with a crazed fan who becomes increasingly unhinged as the story progresses. This is one of his most well-received singles and was listed at #15 on VH1’s Top 100 Hip Hop Songs of All Time.| Song Name : | Stan |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at allAnd even if I could it’ll all be grey, but your picture on my wallIt 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 allThe 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 wallIt 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 bottomI 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 ’emBut anyways, fuck it, what’s been up man, how’s your daughter?My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m ’bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I’mma call her?I’mma name her BonnieI read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I’m sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want himI know you probably hear this every day, but I’m your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with SkamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures, manI like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me backJust 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 allThe 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 wallIt 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 chanceI ain’t mad, I just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fansIf you didn’t want to talk to me outside the concert
You didn’t have to, but you could’ve signed an autograph for MatthewThat’s my little brother man, he’s only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said noThat’s pretty shitty man, you’re like his fucking idolHe wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I doI ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied toRemember when we met in Denver?You said if I’d write you, you would write backSee, I’m just like you in a wayI never knew my father neitherHe used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you’re saying in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em onCause I don’t really got shit elseSo that shit helps when I’m depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell itMy girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7But she don’t know you like I know you, Slim, no one doesShe don’t know what it was like for people like us growing upYou gotta call me, man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever loseSincerely yours, StanP.S. We should be together too
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at allAnd 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 Mr. I’m-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-FansThis’ll be the last package I ever send your assIt’s been six months and still no word, I don’t deserve it?I know you got my last two lettersI wrote the addresses on ’em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear itI’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freewayHey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to driveYou know the song by Phil Collins “In the Air of the Night”About that guy who could’ve saved that other guy from drowningBut didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found himThat’s kinda how this is, you could’ve rescued me from drowningNow it’s too late, I’m on a thousand downers now, I’m drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wallI loved you Slim, we could’ve been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dreamI hope you can’t sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscience eats at youAnd you can’t breathe without meSee, Slim, shut up bitch, I’m tryna talkHey, Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin’ in the trunkBut I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like youCause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at allThe 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 wallIt reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad
Dear, Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busyYou said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd here’s an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a Starter capI’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I must’ve missed youDon’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss youBut what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clowning, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselingTo help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down someAnd what’s this shit about us meant to be together?That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each otherI really think you and your girlfriend need each otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doing just fineIf you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you, but StanWhy are you so mad?Try to understand, that I do want you as a fanI just don’t want you to do some crazy shitI seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sickSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunkAnd she was pregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was toCome to think about it, his name was…It was you.Damn!