Letras de Músicas de Baladas

EMINEM-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'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; f**k 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 bi**h who
didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, 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 s**t you did with Rawkus too, that
s**t was fat
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 F**KED 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,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty sh**ty man - you're like his f**kin
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 sh**ty day, I drift away and
put 'em on cause I don't really got s**t else so
that s**t 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 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 Mister-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 coulda saved that other guy
from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all,
then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me
from drowning
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

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