the monster

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 was bittersweet
It was like winning a used me
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 not fair
Well, that's not fair

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, do you want this
No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders (Yo-lo-lo-lo-lay-yee-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'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 not fair
Well, that's not fair

Call me crazy, but I had 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 MCs
Blood get 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 played '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 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 straight jacket, 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 trying to)
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath (And you think I'm)
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair