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Stan Lyrics

Stan Lyrics song from the The Marshall Mathers LP album song sung by Eminem. Stan Lyrics were written by Eminem, Dido and Paul Herman.

Eminem Stan Lyrics

Stan Eminem 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’d all be grey

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[Stan Lyrics]

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

[Stan Lyrics]

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 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

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 fucked 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 shitty, man, you’re like his fuckin’ 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 sayin’ in your songs

[Stan Lyrics]

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 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—P.S. 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

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 sendin’ you, I hope you hear it

I’m in the car right now, I’m doin’ ninety 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 coulda 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 coulda rescued me from drownin’

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 coulda 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?!

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 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 clownin’, 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 doin’ 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 had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid

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…

Stan Eminem

Stan Lyrics Eminem

Song	Stan
Artist	Eminem
Album	The Marshall Mathers LP
Released	2000
Writer	Eminem, Dido and Paul Herman
Category	English Song Lyrics

FAQ

Who Wrote the Stan lyrics?

Stan lyrics were written by Eminem, Dido and Paul Herman.

What is the producer’s name of “Stan Lyrics?

“Stan lyrics were produced by DJ Mark The 45 King and Eminem.

When did Eminem release “Stan”?

“Stan Lyrics released by Eminem on May 23, 2000.