文本歌词

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
Public excuse me
Been wanting my cake
I need it too
Wanting it both ways
Fame may be a balloon
'Cause my ego inflated
When I blew seep
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 big
I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep
One sheep Two sheep
Going cucko and cuckier
as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder
than you think
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 not fair
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 wonder there's no wonder
You're losing your mind
The way you're brought up
I think you've been wandering
off down yonder
And stumbled upon Jeff VanVonderen
'Cause I needed an intervention
in this to intervene
Between me and this monster
And save me from myself
And all this conflict
'Cause the very things
That I love is killing me
And I can't conquer it
My OCD is clonking 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 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 not fair
Call me crazy
But I had this vision
One day that I'd walk
amongst you regular civilians
But until then drums get killed
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 gat
Pumped the villian
and sh*t that say back
To the kids who played them
I ain't here to save
the f*cking 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 spend
Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stack
Maybe I need a straight jacket
Face facts
I am nuts for real
But I'm okay with that
I'm just 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 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 not fair
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