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 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 wanting my cake and
eat it too for 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
Use it as a tool
when I blew steam
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 holdin' 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 pondering'll do you
wonders no wonder
you keep 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's conking me
in the head keep knocking
nobody's home
I'm sleeptalking 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 holdin' 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 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 gets spilled and
I take it back to the days
that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got
played that
pumped up feeling
and s**t to say back
to the kids who play 'em
I ain't here to save
the f**king 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 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 trying to save me
stop holdin' your breath
and you think I'm crazy
yeah you think I'm crazy
well that's not fair
Well that's not fair