My tea's gone cold gone cold and 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'll be gray
put your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad
it's not so bad
Dear slim,
i wrote to 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 of got 'em,
there probably was a problem with the post-office or somethin',
sometimes i scribble addresses too sloppy when i jot 'em,
anyway, fuck it, what's been up man?
how's our daughter?
my girlfriend's pregnant too,
i'm bouta be a father,
if i have a daughter,
guess what i'm gone call her,
ima 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 everyday,
but i'm your biggest fan,
i even got the underground shit that you did with scam,
i got a room full of your posters and your pictures man,
i got that shit you did with rawkus too,
that shit was fat,
anyway gotta go, hit me back,
justa chat,
truly yours,
your biggest fan,
this is stan