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Eminem stan lyrics
Eminem stan lyrics

Discover the powerful lyrics of Eminem’s iconic hip-hop hit, Stan.

Dive into the obsessive story of a fan and the twisted consequences that follow.

Read the full lyrics and analyze the meaning behind one of the greatest rap songs of all time

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FactDescription
Release date“Stan” was released on November 21, 2000, as the third single from Eminem’s third studio album, “The Marshall Mathers LP”.
Meaning of the titleThe title “Stan” is derived from the name of the song’s main character, who is a fanatical and obsessive Eminem fan.
StorylineThe song tells the story of an increasingly disturbed fan named Stan who writes multiple letters to Eminem, with each letter becoming more desperate and unhinged.
InspirationThe song was inspired by a real-life fan letter that Eminem received, which caused him to reflect on the power and responsibility of his influence as a celebrity.
CollaborationThe song features a sample from Dido’s song “Thank You” and includes vocals from Dido on the chorus.
Critical reception“Stan” was widely praised for its storytelling and lyrical complexity and has since been considered one of Eminem’s greatest songs.
LegacyThe term “stan” has since become a cultural shorthand for obsessive fans, and the song has been referenced and parodied in popular culture numerous times since its release.

 

“Stan”

(feat. Dido)

Dido

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’d 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 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’d all be gray, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

Eminem as Stan

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’ve 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 bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I’mma call her?

I’mma 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 every day, 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 phat

Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan

This is Stan

Dido

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’d all be gray, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

Eminem as 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 could’ve 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 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 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 growing 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

Dido

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’d all be gray, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

Eminem as Stan

Dear Mister I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,

This’ll 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 Tonight”

About that guy who could’ve saved that other guy from drowning

But didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?

That’s kinda how this is, you could’ve 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 loved you, Slim, we could’ve 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 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

‘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?

[*car tires squeal, crash, loud splash*]

Dido

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’d all be gray, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

Eminem

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’ve 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’s just clowning , dawg

C’mon! 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’ll 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 doing 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 it, his name was… it was you

Damn!

End

 

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