[Eminem: Verse 1]

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

[Chorus:]

I’m friends with the monster

That’s under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You’re trying to save me

Stop holding your breath

And you think I’m crazy

Yeah, you think I’m crazy

Well, that’s not fair

Well, that’s not fair

[Eminem: Verse 2]

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?

It’s 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

[Chorus:]

I’m friends with the monster

That’s under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You’re trying to save me

Stop holding your breath

And you think I’m crazy

Yeah, you think I’m crazy

Well, that’s not fair

Well, that’s not fair

[Eminem: Verse 3]

Call me crazy, but I have this vision

One day that I’d 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 that

Pumped up feeling and shit to say back

To the kids who played ‘em

I ain’t here to save the fvcking children

But if one kid out of a hundred million

Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that’s so 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

[Bridge:]

I’m friends with the monster

That’s under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You’re trying to save me

Stop holding your breath

And you think I’m crazy

Yeah, you think I’m crazy

I’m friends with the monster

That’s under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You’re trying to save me

Stop holding your breath

And you think I’m crazy

Yeah, you think I’m crazy

Well, that’s not fair

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