The monster

'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
For wanting my cake, and eat it too
And wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon because my ego inflated
When I blew.
See, but it was confusing
Because 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 we
But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
It was like winning a used mink
Ironic because I think I'm getting so huge
I need a shrink, I'm beginning to lose sleep
One sheep, two sheep
Going coo-coo
And kooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Because 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, because you never know
When it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring
Sometimes I wonder
Where these thoughts spawn from
Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders
No wonder you're losing your mind
The way it wanders
I think it went wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Because I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
Because the very thing that I love's 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 is saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with... 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 have 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 MC's blood. Gets spilled
And I'll take you back to the days
That I'd get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that, pumped up feeling
And sh*t to say back to the kids who played him
I ain't here to save the fu**ing children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels it 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 into gold chump
I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with...

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
Well, that's nothing