Eminem feat. Dido - Stan

[Вступление: Dido]
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 gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Куплет 1: Eminem]
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-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, 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

[Припев: Dido]
(My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(Got out of bed at all)
(The morning rain clouds up my window)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(And I can't see at all)
(And even if I could, it'd all be gray)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(But your picture on my wall)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad)

[Куплет 2: Eminem]
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 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 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,
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 cut myself and see if it bleeds
But it reminds me that I feel so real
I puzzle with it, "will I pull out this stunt to get attention?" a bit
And (hey, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk!)
But I didn't cut her throat, I just tied her up... see, I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, 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?

[Припев: Dido]
(My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(Got out of bed at all)
(The morning rain clouds up my window)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(And I can't see at all)
(And even if I could, it'd all be gray)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(But your picture on my wall)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad)

[Куплет 3: Eminem]
Dear Mr. "I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,"
This would 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 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 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, bitch, I'm tryna 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, then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?

[Припев: Dido]
(My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(Got out of bed at all)
(The morning rain clouds up my window)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(And I can't see at all)
(And even if I could, it'd all be gray)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(But your picture on my wall)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad)

[Завершение: Eminem]
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 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,
C'mon, 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 it didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was... it was you, damn

[Припев: Dido & Eminem]
(My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I)
(So the morning rain clouds up my window)
(So the morning rain clouds up my window)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(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 gray)
(But your picture on my wall)
(Ta-da-da-da-da-da)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad)