My tea
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can
And even if I could it
It reminds me, that it
My tea
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can
And even if I could it
It reminds me, that it
Dear Slim I wrote you, but you still ain
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot
But anyways, fuck it, what
My girlfriend
If I have a daughter, guess what I
I
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn
I know you probably hear this every day, but I
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
My tea
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can
And even if I could it
It reminds me, that it
Dear Slim, you still ain
I ain
If you didn
You didn
That
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said no
That
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if I
See, I
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put
Cause I don
So that shit helps when I
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend
But she don
She don
You gotta call me, man, I
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
My tea
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can
And even if I could it
It reminds me, that it
Dear Mr. I
This
It
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on
So this is my cassette I
I
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
But didn
That
Now it
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
You ruined it now, I hope you can
And when you dream
I hope you can
I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can
See, Slim, shut up bitch, I
Hey, Slim, that
But I didn
Cause if she suffocates she
Well, gotta go, I
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
My tea
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can
And even if I could it
It reminds me, that it
Dear, Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend
Look, I
And here
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I
Don
But what
I say that shit just clowning, dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what
That type of shit
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
If you relax a little, I
Why are you so mad?
Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don
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
Come to think about it, his name was...
It was you.
Damn!