Текст песни Stan - Elton John , 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′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,
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'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
stuff
that
you
did
with
Skam
I
got
a
room
full
of
your
posters
and
your
pictures,
man
I
like
the
stuff
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
gray
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
messed
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
crummy,
man,
you're
like
his
favorite
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
sayin'
in
your
songs
So
when
I
have
a
crumby
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
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
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′
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
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
could′ve
been
together
Think
about
it,
you
ruined
it
now
I
hope
you
go
to
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
shoot,
I
forgot,
how
am
I
supposed
to
send
this
tape
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
gray
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
stuff
you
said
about
you
like
to
cut
your
wrists
too?
I
say
that
stuff
just
clownin′
dawg
Come
on,
how
messed
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
junk
about
us
meant
to
be
together?
That
type
of
crap'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
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
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