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queezy_the_gangster - not so bad lyrics

[intro: 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

[chorus: 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
[verse 1: dido]
i drank too much last night, got bills to pay
my head just feels in pain
i missed the bus and there’ll be h+ll today
i’m late for work again
and even if i’m there, they’ll all imply
that i might not last the day
and then you call me
and it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[chorus: dido]
my tea’s gone cold, i’m wondering why i
got out of bed at all
thе 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 picturе on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

[verse 2: dido]
push the door, i’m home at last
and i’m soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel
and all i see is you
and even if my house falls down now
i wouldn’t have a clue
because you’re near me
[chorus: 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

[verse 3: eminem]
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’ve 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, f+ck 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 k!ll himself over some b+tch who didn’t want him
i know you probably hear this every day, but i’m your biggest fan
i even got the underground sh+t that you did with skam
i got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
i like the sh+t you did with rawkus too, that sh+t was phat
anyways, i hope you get this, man, hit me back
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is stan
[chorus: elton john]
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

[verse 4: eminem]
dear slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, i hope you have a chance
i ain’t mad, i just think it’s f+cked up you don’t answer fans
if you didn’t want to 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 blisterin’ cold
for you, for four hours, and you just said no
that’s pretty sh+tty, man, you’re like his f+ckin’ 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 bein’ 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 sayin’ in your songs
so when i have a sh+tty day, i drift away and put ’em on
‘cause i don’t really got sh+t else
so that sh+t helps when i’m depressed
i even got a tattoo with 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 growin’ 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

[chorus: dido & elton john]
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

[verse 5: eminem]
dear mr. 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 sendin’ you, i hope you hear it
i’m in the car right now, i’m doin’ 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 of the night”
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin’
but didn’t, then phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
that’s kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin’
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 coulda 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, b+tch! i’m tryin’ to talk
hey, slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin’ 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, sh+t, i forgot—how am i supposed to send this sh+t out?!

[verse 6: eminem]
dear stan, i meant to write you sooner, but i 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 a starter cap
i’m sorry i didn’t see you at the show, i must’ve missed you
don’t think i did that sh+t intentionally just to diss you
but what’s this sh+t you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
i say that sh+t just clownin’, dawg, come on, how f+cked 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 sh+t about us meant to be together?
that type of sh+t’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 doin’ 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 sh+t
i seen this one sh+t 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

[chorus: swae lee]
my leans gone cold
i’m wondering why
got out of bed at all
3.5 clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it would all be great
but these racks stack up to tall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad at all
my leans gone cold
i’m wondering why
got out of bed at all
3.5 clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it would all be great
but these racks stack up to tall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad at all

[verse 7: queezy_the_gangster]
you know, all this sh+t going on and i’m ‘sposed to believe it ain’t so bad
i’ve been having scary dreams at night where they k!lled my dad
though he ain’t really dead, they’re realistic
i wake up in the middle of the night, dawg, i go ballistic
grandmother blaming me for his using, i was a f+cking baby
he chose the needle over me, she’s been out her mind lately
why you think i resulted in doing sh+t?
smoking weed, hanging with gangs, shooting at crips
because i never had him there to correct me
he’s coming back now, it’s honestly a blessing
he’s really trying, a year clean, no new arresting
i never touched that meth sh+t, it make yo breathe stink
i’ll smoke some pot now and then when i get angry
they took tay away, my wife, she had to thank me
for not going and shooting them b+tches in the head
if it wasn’t for tay dice, homie, i’d be dead
they was about to cut me open before he stopped ’em
he could’ve sat back and just laughed and watched ’em
but he didn’t, he saved my 8 year old self
we got out that sh+t, we was working really well
you were on your way to work, you had your bag in hand
i will revenge you brother, make their blood soak the sand
until then

[chorus: swae lee & queezy_the_gangster]
my leans gone cold
i’m wondering why
got out of bed at all
3.5 clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it would all be great
but these racks stack up to tall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad at all
my leans gone cold
i’m wondering why
got out of bed at all
3.5 clouds up my window
and i can’t see at all
and even if i could it would all be great
but these racks stack up to tall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad
it’s not so bad at all

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