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 choosy Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me Wanting my cake, I need it too And wanting it both ways Fame made me a balloon, cause my ego inflated When I blew seep, it was confusing Cause all I wanted to do was be the Bruce Lee Of loosely abused ink Use it as a tool when I blew steam Hit the lottery, ooh wee But with what I gave up to get, it was bittersweet It was like winning a used me I rhyme it cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a straightener, I'm beginning to lose sleep One sheep, two sheep, going cuckoo and kooky is cool key 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 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 come from Yeah, conjure the two you want Cause no wonder if you're losing your mind, the way it wanders No, no, no, no, no, no, no I think it would wander in the off-ground yonder And stumble onto Jeff Van Vondren 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's talking me in the head, keep knocking Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's 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 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'm taking back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track, give every kid who got played that Pumped up feeling and *** to say back to the kids who played them I ain't here to save the *** 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 in the 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 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 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 Well, that's nothing