| I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed.
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| Get along with the voices inside of my head
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| You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
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| And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy
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| I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
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| Oh, well, guess beggars can’t be choosey
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| Wanted to receive attention for my music
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| Wanted to be left alone in public. |
| Excuse me
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| For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
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| Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
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| When I blew; |
| see, but it was confusing
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| 'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
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| Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)
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| Hit the lottery, oh wee
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| But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
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| It was like winning a used mink
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| Ironic 'cause I think I’m getting so huge I need a shrink
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| I’m beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
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| Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
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| But I’m actually weirder than you think
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| 'Cause I’m
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| I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed
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| Get along with the voices inside of my head
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| You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
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| And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy
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| Well, that’s nothin'
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| Well, that’s nothin'
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| Now, I ain’t much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
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| To seize the moment and don’t squander it
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| 'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
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| So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
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| (Yeah, pondering’ll do you wonders.
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| No wonder you’re losing your mind the way it wanders.)
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| Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo
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| I think it went wandering off down yonder
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| And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen
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| 'Cause I need an interventionist
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| To intervene between me and this monster
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| And save me from myself and all this conflict
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| 'Cause the very thing that I love’s killing me and I can’t conquer it
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| My OCD’s conking me in the head
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| Keep knocking, nobody’s home, I’m sleepwalking
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| I’m just relaying what the voice in my head’s saying
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| Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just friends with the
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| I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed.
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| Get along with the voices inside of my head
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| You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
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| And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy
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| Well, that’s nothin'
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| Well, that’s nothin'
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| Call me crazy but I have this vision
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| One day that I’d walk amongst you a regular civilian
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| But until then drums get killed and I’m coming straight at
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| MC’s, blood get spilled and I’ll
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| Take you back to the days that I’d get on a Dre track
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| Give every kid who got played that
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| Pumped up feeling and shit to say back
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| To the kids who played him
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| I ain’t here to save the fucking children
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| But if one kid out of a hundred million
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| Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that’s great
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| It’s payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
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| In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
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| Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
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| Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
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| I am nuts for real, but I’m okay with that
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| It’s nothing, I’m still friends with the
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| I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed.
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| Get along with the voices inside of my head
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| You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
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| And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy
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| I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed.
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| Get along with the voices inside my head
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| You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
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| And you think I’m crazy, yeah you think I’m crazy
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| Well, that’s nothin'
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| Well, that’s nothin' |