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
[Verse 1] 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, it was confusing Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf