The Monster

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 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 cause my ego inflated

When I blew; see, 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

(Ooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee

But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet

It was like winning a huge meetIronic 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 cooky 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

Well, that's nothing

 

No, 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 overtomorrow

So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from

(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?

No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders)

Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hooI

I think you've been wandering off down yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen

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'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 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

 

Call me crazy, but I have this vision

One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian

But until then drums get killed

And I'm coming straight at MC's, 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 up feeling

And shit to say back to the kids who play 'emI ain't here to save the fucking children

But if one kid out of a hundred million

Who are going through a struggle feels and then 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 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

Writer(s): Bryan G. Fryzel, Robyn Fenty, Marshall B. Iii Mathers Copyright: Annarhi Music LLC, Freq Show Music, Shroom Shady Music, Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Songs Of Universal Inc.

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