Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My tea's cold I'm wondering why I.
got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window.
and I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray,
but picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad.

1st gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd full with beat right after "thunder" noise

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still callin
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
name her Bonnie
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd you
you would write - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father
he used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're in your songs
so when I a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo of your name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be too

Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two
I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't without me
See Slim; Shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this out?

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Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
and here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I missed you
Don't I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that shit clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I think you need counseling
to help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
or maybe you just to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was. it was you
Stan!