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Eminem
Stan
Chords: G#m E F# B F#/Bb
My tears gone cold, I’m wonderin’ why
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds at my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
G#m E C#/F
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad
E
It’s not so bad
My tears gone cold, I’m wonderin’ why
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds at my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
G#m E C#/F
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad
E
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 notta 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, f*** 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’mma call her
I’mma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some b**** who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground s*** that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the s*** you did with Rawkus too, that s*** was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
My tears gone cold, I’m wonderin’ why
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds at my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
G#m E C#/F
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad
E
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 f***ed up you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna 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 blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, “No.”
That’s pretty s*****, man, you’re like his f***in’ 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 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 s***** day, I drift away and put ‘em on
‘Cause I don’t really got s*** else, so that s*** 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
My tears gone cold, I’m wonderin’ why
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds at my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
G#m E C#/F
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad
E
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 a**
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’ 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 Tonight”
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin’, but didn’t
Then Phil saw it all, then at his 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 1000 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 love 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, b****, 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 s***, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this s*** out
My tears gone cold, I’m wonderin’ why
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds at my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
G#m E C#/F
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad
E
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 musta missed you
Don’t think I did that s*** intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this s*** you said about you like to cut your wrists too
I say that s*** just clownin’, dog, come on, how f***ed up is you
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin’
To help your a** from bouncin’ off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this s*** about us meant to be together
That type of s***’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 s***
I seen this one s*** 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, his name was, it was you, damn