text: Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek
  Oh well, guess beggars cant be choosey
  Wanted to receive attention for my music
  Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
  For wantin my cake, and eat it too, and wantin 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 dos be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
  Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
  Whoo! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee
  But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
  It was like winnin a used mink
  Ironic cause I think Im gettin so huge I need a shrink
  Im beginnin to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
  Goin coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith
  But Im actually weirder than you think, cause Im—
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Well, thats nothin 
  Well, thats nothin 
  Now, I aint much of a poet
  But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
  And dont squander it cause you never know when it all
  Could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin
  Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
  Yeah, ponderinll do you wonders
  No wonder youre losin your mind, the way it wanders
  Yodel-odel-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 loves killin me and I cant conquer it
  My OCDs conkin me in the head, keep knockin
  Nobodys home, Im sleepwalkin
  Im just relayin what the voice in my heads sayin
  Dont shoot the messenger, Im just friends with the—
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Well, thats nothin 
  Well, thats nothin 
  Call me crazy, but I have this vision, one day that
  Ill walk amongst you a regular civilian
  But until then, drums get killed and
  Im comin straight at MCs, blood gets spilled and
  Ill take you back to the days that Id 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 him
  I aint here to save the fuckin children
  But if one kid out of a hundred million
  Who are goin through a struggle, feels it and relates, thats great!
  Its payback, Russell Wilson fallin way back
  In the draft, turn nothin into somethin, still can make that
  Straw into gold, chump, I will spin—Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
  Maybe I need a straightjacket
  Face facts: I am nuts for real, but Im okay with that!
  Its nothin, Im still friends with the—
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
   Get along with the voices inside of my head
   Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
   And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Well, thats nothin
  Well, thats nothin