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