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 (crazy)
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggers can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me Been wanting my cake, and eat it too And wanting it both ways Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated When I blew seep and 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 Hit the lottery (oh wee) With what I gave up to get was bittersweet It was like winning a huge meet 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 cookey 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
Now 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 could all be over Tomorrow so I keep conjuring Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from (Yeah, ponder it, do you want this? There's no wonder you're losing your mind the way you're wandering?) I think you've been wandering off down yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen Cause I needed 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 is 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 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
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 Emcees, 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 the 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 it relates that's great It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back In the draft, turn nothing into something still, can make that Straw in the gold chump I will spend Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stack Maybe I need a straightjacket, 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 tryna) You're trying to save me Stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy Yeah, you think I'm crazy