Eminem - Stan (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Stan (en) 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'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 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 probably was a problem
at the post office or
somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses
too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck 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 bitch who didn't
want him
I know you probably hear this every day
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground
shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your
posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with
Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this,
man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours,
your biggest fan, this is Stan
Dear Slim, you still ain't
called or wrote
I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's
fucked up you don't answer
fans
If you didn't want to talk to
me outside the 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 blisterin' cold for you
For four hours, and you just said no
That's pretty shitty, man,
you're like his fucking 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 shitty 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
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
P.S. We should be together too
Dear Mr. 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 of the Night"
about that guy who could've
saved that other guy from
drownin'
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, bitch! I'm
tryin' to talk
Hey, Slim, that's my
girlfriend screamin' 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 shit, I forgot, how am I
supposed to send this shit
out?
Dear, Stan, I meant to write
you sooner, but I 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 a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at
the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit
intentionally just to diss you
But 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 counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin'
off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us
meant to be together?
That type of shit'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 shit; I seen this
one shit on the news a couple
weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove
his car over a bridge
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
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