Stan (Live At Radio 1)

My teas gone cold I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I cant see at all

And 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

My teas 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'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 Slim, I wrote 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-a got em

There probably 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 hows your daughter?

My girlfriends 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 probably hear this everyday, 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 fat

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan

This is Stan

My teas 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'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 Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance

I ain't mad, I just think its ****** 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 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

Four hours and you just said, No

That's pretty ****ty 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 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 ****ty day, I drift away and put em on

Cause I don't really got shit else so that shit 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

Its 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 girlfriends 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 -- P.S.

We should be together too

My teas 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'll all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad

It's not so bad