The Monster

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

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, 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, ooh-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 kooky 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

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

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 all could be over tomorrow

So I keep conjuring

Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from

(Yeah, ponderin' will do you wonders)

(No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders)

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin' 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 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 of 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

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

Call me crazy, but I had this vision

One day that I'll 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 feelin'

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 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 spin

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 tryin' to) you're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

(And you think) and you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing