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 in public, excuse meBeen wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both waysFame made me a balloon cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew, see, it was confusingCause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (Woo!)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 huge I need a shrinkI'm beginning to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheepGoing cuckoo and cooky as Kool KeithBut I'm actually weirder than you think

Cause I'm, I'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothingWell, that's nothing

No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told meTo seize the moment and don't squander itCause you never know when it all could be over tomorrowSo 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-whooI think you've been wandering off down yonderAnd stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderenCause 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 me and I can't conquer itMy OCD is conking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkingI'm just relaying what the voice in my head's sayingDon't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothingWell, that's nothing

Call 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 atMCs, 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 feels and then relates that's greatIt's payback, Russell Wilson falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make thatStraw into gold chump, I 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 the

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothingWell, that's nothingSongwriters: MARS