I'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou 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, public excuse meBeen wanting my cake, I need it too, wanting it both waysFame made me a balloon cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew seep it was confusing'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steamOoh, hit the lottery, oh weeWith what I gave up to get was bittersweetIt was like winning a huge meetIronic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrinkI'm beginning to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep
Going cucko and cuckier as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'mI'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's nothing
Well, that's nothingNow I ain't much of a poet, but I know somebody once told me to seize the momentAnd don't squander it, 'cause you never know when it could all be overTomorrow 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 wayYou'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 monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflict'Cause the very things that I love is killing me and I can't conquer itMy OCD is conking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice of my head sayingDon't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with theI'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's nothingWell, that's nothingCall me crazy, but I had this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you regular civiliansBut until then drums get killed I'm coming straight atMCs, blood get spilled and I take it backTo the days that I get on a Dre trackGive every kid who got played atPumped the villian and shit that say backTo the kids who played 'emI ain't here to save the fucking childrenBut if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels and relates that's greatIt's payback, Russell Wilson falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make thatStraw in the gold chump I will spend Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stackMaybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with thatIt's nothing, I'm still friends with theI'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyI'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's nothingWell, that's nothing