That Nigga Nate - Stan Part 2 (Matthew 10 Years Later) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Dido x2]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning raincloud touches my window, and I can't see at all
Even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 1]
Dear Slim, what's real? It's been a minute
Prolly don't remember me but you will when I'm finished
Had a relative who liked you, and go on by his pain
But he died and you made a hit song of his name
But I ain't write you just to wrong you with blame
Or say that I dislike then prolong you with shame
But my bro, it was sixty below, I was six at your show
Just wanted your autograph but like a dick you said no
But I can't deny greatness that's forever
He ripped up all your posters and I taped them back together
I can't comprehend why I'm writing this letter
I could talk to my friends but my idol was better
I'm lying, cuz everybody thinks I'm crazy, it ain't true
So I ain't have any fuckin friends, thanks to you
I ain't mad, get at me Slim. If you don't then I'll get at you
Peace and love yo, Stan's little bro, Matthew

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Dear Slim, I see you ain't changed a bit
Still not writing your fans back, that's insane as shit
Look, I understand you're busy with fame you're rich
But until you respond to me, I don't aim to quit
It's been 10 years, still wishing his life never ended
I never got the starter cap, did you ever send it?
You'd think I'd be a celebrity cuz you made "Stan"
Instead I'm all alone, I feel like a caged man
My mom's a bitch and I swear she needs a brain scan
Her drug deals make her dumb as a caveman
And I'm sick of sitting through this shit
The other day she blamed me for Stan's death
And I ain't had shit to do with it
How can my mind be so fucking filthy?
Cuz when I listen to you I wanna kill her and
Just plead fuckin guilty
Treats me like nothing and I swear it fucking kills me
Slim you hate your mom too, I know you fuckin feel me
Says I worship you, tattered Shady records and cursive too
And she's right Slim, if I could I'd move the earth for you
Her new husband says why can't I do like normal persons do?
Shit I'd like to slit his throat and recite a verse to you
I'm ranting through the roof but I'm just writing off some truth
Oh, by the way, I'm sorry you lost Proof
I hope you get this letter, and I hope you mail one back too
Peace and love yo, Stan's little bro, Matthew

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Okay, I see why they call you Shady now
Cuz you don't give a fuck about anyone but Hailie, pal
And you don't have to read this letter cuz it may be foul
Cuz I've accepted the fuckin fact that I'm crazy now
Come on Slim, are you really that busy?
You can't get back with me? Are my letters that shitty?
You can write a verse for Drizzy, you can write a verse for Fitty?
I'm your biggest fan and you can't spare a few words of pity?
Fuck, I sit and think about the fact that I could still be holdin Stan's hand if you just fuckin wrote back
It's all your fault Slim, I can't cuttin you no slack
Your new songs suck, drugs fucked your whole act
Eff you Slim, you capisce? Eff you!
That bitch he was with was carrying my niece and nephew
And I ain't writin this as a way to upset you, you gon' make me regret the day that I ever met you
But I won't ever let you. I'm too much of a fan
I love you man, but I really miss my brother Stan
I often go to sleep and dream about that night
And in those dreams I hear his girl screaming for her life
Coulda all been avoided, every grab hold or strike
But nooo, you too much of an asshole to write
Could swallow pills and take liquor to your fuckin head
But you out relapsing and Stan's still fuckin dead
Bitch you hear what I fuckin said?
I wish it woulda been you going over that fuckin ledge
Write me back, that's all I aks you
Peace and love yo, Stan's little bro Matthew

[Hook]