Singen Stan (Radio-Edition, feat. Dido) Karaoke - Eminem - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Stan im Stil von: Eminem
feat. Dido

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In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: C-Moll


Veröffentlichung: 2000
Musikrichtungen: Rap & Hip-Hop, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Dido, Paul Philip Herman, Eminem

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Text Stan

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 have got them
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 Scam
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
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert you didn't have to
But you could have 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
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 'cos you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cos
I talk about you twenty for a seven
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 growing up
You've gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
PS: 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 ninety on the freeway
I loved you Slim we could have 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 conscious eats at you
And you can't breathe without me
See Slim, shut up bitch
I'm trying to talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat
I just tied her up see I ain't like you
'Cos 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 Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I've 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 have 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 c'mon, how fucked up is you
You got some issues, Stan
I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' 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'd be doin' just fine
If you'd 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 it didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it his name was it was you, damn

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