Dear Slim I wrote 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-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'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 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
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad