Dear Slim, Iwrote but you still ain't callin
I left My cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letter back in autumn, you must not-a got him
There probably was a problem at the post officer or something
Sometime I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot him
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 have a daughter, guess what I'ma cell 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 everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shift that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus 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
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,
Four hours and you just said. "No."
That's pretty shitty man – you're like his fucking 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 being 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 know my father neither;
He used to always cheat on my mom end 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 help when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometime I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds



