Dear Paul Johnson,
I wrote you but 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, öööö 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 öööö that you did with Ga. Southern
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the öööö you did with Navy, too, that öööö was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
T- Stan.