I’m friends with a monster that’s under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou’re trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of NewsweekOh, well, guess beggars can’t be chooseyWanted to receive attention for my musicWanted to be left alone in public, excuse me

Been wanting my cake, and eat it tooAnd wanting it both waysFame made me a balloon ’cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew, see, it was confusing’Cause all I wanted to do isBe the Bruce Lee of loose-leafAbused ink, used it as a toolWhen I blew steam (wooh!)

Hit the lottery, oh, weeWith what I gave up to get was bittersweetWith this like winning a huge meetIronic ’cause I think I’m getting so hugeI need a shrinkI’m beginning to lose sleep

One sheep, two sheepGoing cuckoo and cooky as Kool KeithBut I’m actually weirder than you think’Cause I’m

I’m friends with a monster that’s under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou’re trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazyWell, that’s not fair

Well, that’s not fair

No, I ain’t much of a poetBut I know somebody once told meTo seize the moment and don’t squander it’Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrowSo I keep conjuring

Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?)(No wonder you’re losing your mind)(The way it wanders)

Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whooI think you’ve been wandering off down yonderAnd stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen’Cause I need an interventionistTo intervene between me and this monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflict’Cause the very thing that I love is killing meAnd I can’t conquer itMy OCD is conking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody’s home, I’m sleepwalkingI’m just relaying what the voiceIn my head’s sayingDon’t shoot the messenger, I’m just friends with the

I’m friends with a monster that’s under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou’re trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazyWell, that’s not fair

Well, that’s not fair

Call me crazy, but I have this visionOne day that I walk amongst you, a regular civilianBut until then drums get killed, and I’m coming straight atEmcees, blood get spilled and ITake it back to the days that I get on a Dre trackGive every kid who got played atPumped up feeling and shit to say backTo the kids who played ’emI ain’t here to save the fucking childrenBut if one kid out of a hundred millionWho are going through a struggle feelsAnd then relates that’s great

It’s payback, Russell Wilson falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into somethingStill can make that straw into gold chumpI will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystackMaybe I need a straight jacket, face factsI am nuts for real, but I’m okay with thatIt’s nothing, I’m still friends with the

I’m friends with a monster that’s under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou’re trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy

I’m friends with a monster that’s under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou’re trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazyWell, that’s not fair

Well, that’s not fair