Stan
演唱：EminemStan (Live At Wembley 2014) - Eminem
Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam David Willard
Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam David Willard
Produced by：The 45 King/DJ Mark The 45 King
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 grey
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 grey
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 callin'
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 prob'ly was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways **** 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 ***** who didn't want him
I know you prob'ly hear this every day but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the **** you did with Rawkus too that **** 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 grey
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 ****** up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to 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 blisterin' cold for you for four hours
And you just said "no"
That's pretty ****** man you're like his ******* 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 London?
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 sayin' in your songs
So when I have a ****** day I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got **** else so that **** 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 growin' up
You gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours Stan
PS: 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 grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad
Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam David Willard
Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Dido Armstrong/P. Herman/John Reis/Andy Stamets/Peter Reichert/Paul O'Beirne/Adam David Willard
Produced by：The 45 King/DJ Mark The 45 King
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 grey
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 grey
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 callin'
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 prob'ly was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways **** 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 ***** who didn't want him
I know you prob'ly hear this every day but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground **** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the **** you did with Rawkus too that **** 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 grey
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 ****** up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to 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 blisterin' cold for you for four hours
And you just said "no"
That's pretty ****** man you're like his ******* 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 London?
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 sayin' in your songs
So when I have a ****** day I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got **** else so that **** 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 growin' up
You gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours Stan
PS: 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 grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad