I'm friends with a monster that's under my bedGet a long with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyI 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 in public, excuse meBeen wanting my cake, and eat it tooAnd wanting it both waysFame made me a balloon cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew; see, it was confusingCause all I wanted to do isBe the Bruce Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a toolWhen I blew steam (wooh!)Hit the lottery, oh weeWith what I gave up to get was bittersweetWith this like winning a huge meetIronic cause I think I'm getting so hugeI need a shrinkI'm beginning to lose sleepOne sheep, two sheepGoing cuckoo and cooky as Kool KeithBut I'm actually weirder than you thinkCause I'mI'm friends with a monster that's under my bedGet a long with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's nothingWell, that's nothingNo, I ain't much of a poetBut I know somebody once told meTo seize the moment and don't squander it'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrowSo I keep conjuringSometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?No wonder you losing your mindThe way it wanders)Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whooI think you've been wandering off down yonderAnd stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen'Cause I need an interventionistTo intervene between me and this monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflict'Cause the very thing that I love is killing meAnd I can't conquer itMy OCD is conking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkingI'm just relaying what the voiceIn my head's sayingDon't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with theI'm friends with a monster that's under my bedGet a long with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's nothingWell, that's nothingCall me crazy, but I have this visionOne day that I walk amongst you a regular civilianBut until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight atEmcees, blood get spilled and ITake it back to the days that I get on a Dre trackGive every kid who got played atPumped up feeling and shit to say backTo the kids who played 'emI ain't here to save the fucking childrenBut if one kid out of a hundred millionWho are going through a struggle feelsAnd then relates that's greatIt's payback, Russell Wilson falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into somethingStill can make thatStraw into gold chumpI will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystackMaybe I need a straight jacket, face factsI am nuts for real, but I'm okay with thatIt's nothing, I'm still friends with theI'm friends with a monster that's under my bedGet a long with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyI'm friends with a monster that's under my bedGet a long with the voices inside of my headYou trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazyWell, that's nothingWell, that's nothing
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The Monster (Feat. Rihanna) (Jason Nevins Remix)Eminem
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You 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, 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 (wooh!)
Hit the lottery, oh wee
With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
With this like winning a huge meet
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 cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You 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 over tomorrow
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)
Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
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 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
In my head's saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You 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
Emcees, 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 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 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 a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head
You 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
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