文本歌词

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 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
Well that's nothing
Oh oh oh oh
Well that's nothing
Oh oh oh oh
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 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
Oh oh oh oh
Well that's nothing
Oh oh oh oh
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 sh*t to say back
To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the f**king 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 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 nothing
Oh oh oh oh
That's nothing
Oh oh oh oh