Dude vs. Killa

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'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll 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
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, fuck 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
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's gone cold
I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll 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 fucked up you
Don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your 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 blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said
"No"
That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' 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 bein' 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 saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty 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
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 (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll 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 will 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 sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing ninety 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 have
Saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is
You coulda rescued me from drowning
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 love you Slim
We coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now
I hope you can't 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 tryna 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 shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll 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 shit you said about you like
To cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin'
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's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'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 shit
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, his name was, it was you
Damn!