Stan

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

The morning rain clouds up my window

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

Dear Slim I wrote you but you still ain't calling

I left my cell my pager and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn you must not-a got 'em

There probably was a problem at the post office or something

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 about to be a father

If I have a daughter guess what I'ma call her

I'ma name

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 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 fat

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

The morning rain clouds up my window

And even if I could it'll all be gray

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me