|
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed |
|
Get along with the voices inside of my head |
|
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath |
|
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy |
|
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek |
|
Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey |
|
Wanted to receive attention for my music |
|
Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me |
|
For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways |
|
Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated |
|
When I blew; see, but it was confusing |
|
'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf |
|
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!) |
|
Hit the lottery, oh wee |
|
But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet |
|
It was like winning a used mink |
|
Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink |
|
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep |
|
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith |
|
But I'm actually weirder than you think |
|
'Cause I'm |
|
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed |
|
Get along with the voices inside of my head |
|
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath |
|
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy |
|
Well, that's nothing |
|
Well, that's nothing |
|
Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me |
|
To seize the moment and don't squander it |
|
'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow |
|
So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from |
|
(Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders. |
|
No wonder you're losing your mind the way it wanders.) |
|
Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo |
|
I think it went wandering off down yonder |
|
And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen |
|
'Cause I need an interventionist |
|
To intervene between me and this monster |
|
And save me from myself and all this conflict |
|
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it |
|
My OCD's conking me in the head |
|
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking |
|
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying |
|
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the |
|
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed |
|
Get along with the voices inside of my head |
|
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath |
|
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy |
|
Well, that's nothing |
|
Well, that's nothing |
|
Call me crazy but I have this vision |
|
One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian |
|
But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at |
|
MC's, blood get spilled and I'll |
|
Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track |
|
Give every kid who got played that |
|
Pumped up feeling and shit to say back |
|
To the kids who played him |
|
I ain't here to save the fucking children |
|
But if one kid out of a hundred million |
|
Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that's great |
|
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back |
|
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that |
|
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack |
|
Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts |
|
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that |
|
It's nothing, I'm still friends with the |
|
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed |
|
Get along with the voices inside of my head |
|
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath |
|
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy |
|
Well, that's nothing |
|
Well, that's nothing |
|
...... |
|
monster monster...... |
|
I'm friends with the monster |
