I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me
Stop holdin' 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 wantin' my cake and eat it too
and wantin' it both ways
Fame made me a balloon
'cuz my ego inflated when I blew, see
But it was confusing,
'cuz all I wanted to do's be
the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink,
used it as a tool when blew steam
Whoo, hit the lottery ooh-wee
But with, what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
it was like winnin' a used mink
Ironic 'cuz I think I'm gettin' so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginnin' to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep,
goin' coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
'Cuz I'm... friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me
Stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothin'
Well that's nothin'
Now, I ain't much of a poet
but I know somebody once told me
to seize the moment and don't squander it
'Cuz you never know when it all
could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin'
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
Yeah, ponderin'll do you wonders no wonder you're
losin' your mind the way it wanders
Yo-dal-odale-hee-hoo!
I think it went wanderin' off down yonder and
Stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen
'Cuz I need an interventionist
to intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
'Cuz the very thing that I love's killin' me
and I can't conquer it
My OCD's conkin' me in the head keep knockin'
Nobody's home I'm sleepwalkin'
I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin',
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the...
Monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me
Stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothin'
Well that's nothin'
Call me crazy but I have this vision
One day that, I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then, drums get killed and I'm comin' straight at
MC's blood gets 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 feelin' and shit to say back
to the kids who played him
I ain't here to save the fuckin' children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are goin' through a struggle feels it and relates that's great,
It's payback, Russell Wilson fallin' way back in the draft
Turn nothin' into somethin' 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 ok with that
It's nuthin', I'm still friends with the...
Monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me
Stop holdin' 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 the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me
Stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothin' |