Stan
D12 Lyrics


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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
Put 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
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all 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 you but 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-a 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'm a call her?
I'm a 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 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
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
Put 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 coulda 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 I talk about you 24/7
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
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister "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 90 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 a 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 could a 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 tryin' to 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
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put 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 the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of 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' dog, 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 will 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!

Overall Meaning

The song "Stan" by D12 is a haunting and tragic story of a man named Stan, who goes to increasingly extreme lengths to get a response from his idol, Eminem. The song is divided into three parts, each one taking the form of a letter from Stan to Eminem, which are read out by Eminem in the final verse. In the first part, Stan writes to Eminem expressing his admiration for him, telling him how he relates to Eminem's music and how he looks up to him as an idol. In the second part, Stan becomes increasingly desperate for Eminem to respond to him, expressing his frustration that his letters have gone unanswered and his desire to be with Eminem. By the final part of the song, Stan has become unhinged, and writes to Eminem from his car as he is driving off a bridge with his pregnant girlfriend tied up in the trunk.


Line by Line Meaning

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all
I feel numb and unmotivated, questioning why I even bothered getting up in the first place.


The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all
The gloomy weather reflects my emotional state, where everything seems unclear and overwhelming.


And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad
Even if I had clarity, everything would still seem dull and lifeless. But seeing your picture gives me a sliver of hope and reminds me that things aren't as bad as they seem.


Dear Slim, I wrote you but 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-a 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
I've been trying to reach out to you, but you haven't responded. Maybe the letters got lost, or I didn't write the addresses clearly. Anyway, how have you been? How's your daughter? By the way, I'm expecting a child too, about to become a father.


If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a 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 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
If I have a daughter, I'll name her Bonnie. By the way, I'm sorry to hear about your Uncle Ronnie. I had a friend who took his own life because of unrequited love. I know you hear this all the time, but I genuinely am your biggest fan. I have a collection of all your music, even the rare collaborations. I hope you receive this message and reach out to me, just to have a chat. Sincerely yours, your devoted fan, Stan.


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 coulda 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
You still haven't reached out to me, and I hope you find the time to do so. I'm not angry, but it's disappointing how you ignore your fans. When I tried talking to you at your concert, you could have at least signed an autograph for my little brother Matthew, who idolizes you. We waited in freezing temperatures for four hours, only for you to say no. It's pretty shitty, honestly. Nevertheless, I'm not that mad, I just don't like being deceived.


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 I talk about you 24/7 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
Do you remember when we met in Denver? You promised to write back if I wrote to you. I feel a connection to you because, like me, you also grew up not knowing your father who was abusive to your mother. I can empathize with the emotions you express in your songs. On my worst days, listening to your music helps escape from my depression. I'm so devoted to you that I even got your name tattooed on my chest. Sometimes I even self-harm to feel something intense. Your honesty and genuine lyrics mean a lot to me. My girlfriend is jealous because I talk about you all the time, but she doesn't understand you like I do. She doesn't know what it's like for people like us who went through similar struggles growing up. Please call me, I'll always be your biggest fan. Sincerely yours, Stan. P.S. We should be together too.


Dear Mister "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 90 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 a 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 could a 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 tryin' to 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?
Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans", this will be the last time I reach out to you. It's been six months without a word from you, and I question if I even deserve a response. I meticulously wrote the addresses perfectly on my last two letters, so I know you received them. I'm sending you this cassette, hoping you'll listen to it. Currently, I'm in the car, driving recklessly while under the influence of vodka. Remember that song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night", about the guy who could have saved someone from drowning but chose not to? This situation is similar. You could have rescued me from my despair, but now it's too late. I'm heavily sedated and feeling drowsy. All I wanted was a simple letter or call from you. I hope you realize I've torn down all your pictures from my wall. I used to love you, Slim. We could have been together if you had considered it. But now, you've ruined everything. I hope you suffer with guilt and nightmares about what could have been. Let your conscience torture you, unable to breathe without me. Hey Slim, stop interrupting. My girlfriend is screaming in the trunk, but don't worry, I haven't harmed her. I just tied her up because I'm not like you. If she suffocates, she'll experience more suffering before dying. Well, I have to go. I'm almost at the bridge now. Oh, shit. I forgot how to send this message out.


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 the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of 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' dog, 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 will 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!
Dear Stan, I apologize for not writing sooner, but I've been busy. You mentioned that your girlfriend is pregnant, so how far along is she? I'm honored that you named your daughter after me, and here's an autograph for your brother, written on a Starter cap. I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you accidentally, not intentionally ignoring you. But what's this talk about you self-harming? I was just joking around, that shit is messed up. Stan, it seems like you have some unresolved issues and could benefit from counseling to manage the extreme emotions you experience. As for the idea of us being together, it's not something I support. It would be best if we didn't meet. I really think you and your girlfriend need each other, or maybe you need to treat her better. I hope this letter reaches you in time and prevents you from hurting yourself. If you can relax a bit, I'm glad I inspire you. But why are you so angry? Try to understand that I do appreciate you as a fan, but I want you to avoid doing anything reckless. I recently saw a news story that disturbed me. A guy who was drunk drove his car over a bridge with his pregnant girlfriend in the trunk. They found a tape in the car, and guess what? It was addressed to you. Damn!




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: PAUL HERMAN, DIDO ARMSTRONG, MARSHALL MATHERS

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@milkyo1206

@@amismarterthanmy6thgrader crazy 20 years of listening to this song and I didn't even know..

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noun

an overzealous or obsessive fan of a particular celebrity.

"he has millions of stans who are obsessed with him and call him a rap god"



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@thefishinyourbasement7907

This song is really depressing. The lyrics and acting was on point. Even Stanley looks insane.

@masonbrown9816

Yeah true

@masonbrown9816

But its also inspiring in a way you know....

@aaminahmesias3448

It gets more depressing the older you get

@Tyzzzaaa

Aaminah Mesias facts

@bitten1406

666 likes, lol

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@8thmatipano107

They're two types of stans
1: long version
2:short version

@nikolaikirkanovic

both are shit. Not the original . You cant hear the true lyrics

@k3hind3

LOLL

@conor23052

@@nikolaikirkanovic what

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