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
Ooh
Hit the lottery oh wee
But with what I gave up to
get 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
I wanted the fame
Well that's nothing
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 losing
your mind the way it wanders
Yodel odel ay hee 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 is conking me
in the head
Keep knocking nobody's home
I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice
in my head is 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 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 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
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 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
