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 choosy.
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's be the Bruce Lee of loose-leaf.
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam.
Ooh! Hit the lottery, ooh wee,
But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet.
It was like winning a huge meet.
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...
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.
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
Well, that's nothing.
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
No, 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, ponder it. And do you want this?
No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders.)
Yodel-odel-ay-ee-hoo.
I think you've been wandering off down
Yonder and stumbled onto 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 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.
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
Well, that's nothing.
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
Call me crazy, but I had this vision
One day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian.
But, until then,
Drums get killed, and I'm coming straight at MC's;
Blood gets spilled. And I
Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track.
Give every kid who got played at
Pumped up feeling
And shit to say back
To the kids who play 'em.
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 and 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.
I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed,
(Get along with,)
Get along with the voices inside of my head.
(You're tryna,)
You're trying to save me;
Stop holding your breath.
(And you think,)
And you think I'm crazy,
Yeah, you think I'm crazy.
Well, that's nothing.
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
Well, that's nothing.
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
Uh-oh, uh-oh.