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 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, see, but 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, ooh-wee But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet It was like winning a used mink 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 kooky 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 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 spawn from (Yeah, ponderin' will do you wonders) (No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders) Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin' 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 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 of my head 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 had 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 MCs Blood gets spilled and I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped up feelin' And shit to say back to the kids who played 'em I 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 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 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 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) get along with the voices inside of my head (You're tryin' to) you're trying to save me, stop holding your breath (And you think) and you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing Well, that's nothing