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