My tea's gone I'm wondering why I. got out of bed at all The morning clouds up my window. and I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray, but your on my wall It reminds me, that not so bad, not so bad.
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Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, what I'ma call her? I'ma name her I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is
Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your you have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the cold for you, four and you just said, "No." That's shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein to Remember when we met in - you said if I'd write you you would write - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father he to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know it was like for people like us growin up You gotta me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, -- 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 been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I you got my last two letters; I the addresses on 'em perfect So is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you me to drive? You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a he found him? That's kinda how is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy and all I was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; Shut up bitch! I'm to talk! Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll 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 meant to write you sooner but I just been You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she? Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for brother, I wrote it on the cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta you Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit clownin dogg, c'mon - how up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down And what's this shit us meant to be together? That of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend each other or maybe you need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I you but Stan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just don't want you to do some shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge and had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to Come to about, his name was. it was you Stan!