someone please write the last verse
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My nuun's gone cold I'm wondering why I left the Air BnB at all
The Boston rain soaks up my poncho and I can't see at all
Even if I could, it'd all be gray with your poster on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
// verse 1 //
Dear Rupp, I DMed you, but you still ain't responding
I left my IG, my twitter, and my email at the bottom
I sent two DMs back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem with spam or something
Sometimes my s--ts gets flagged as offensive when I post 'em
But anyways, f--- it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm about to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?
I'mma name her Emmie
I read about your coach Alsal too, I'm sorry
I had a coach who doped me for results when I couldnt get 'em
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground flo vids from you at Oregon
I got a folder full of your pictures and memes man
I liked the s--t you ran at central catholic, that s--t was fast
Anyways, I hope you get this man
Hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is stan
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// verse 2 //
Dear Rupp, you still ain't DMed me back, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's f--ked up you don't finish races for fans
If you didn't want to talk to me after Boston, you didn't have to
But you could've finished the race for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only 6 years old
We waited in the pouring rain for you for four hours and you just no-showed
That's pretty s--tty man, you're like his f--king 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 I met you in Rio, you said if I follow you, you would follow back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never realized my potential neither
My coach used to inject me with supplements under the bleacher
I can relate to what Al's saying on your IG
So when I have a s--tty run, I drift back and scoll indefinitely
'Cause I don't really got s--t else so that s--t helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of the NOP logo across the chest
Sometimes I even choke myself with my resistance bands
I start to black out and it's like you're cheering in the stands
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My coach's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But he don't know you like I know you Rupp, no one does
He 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
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