Chorus:
C#m
I’m friends with the monster
B A
That’s under my bed,
C#m B A
Get along with the voices inside of my head.
C#m
You’re trying to save me;
B A
Stop holding your breath.
C#m
And you think I’m crazy,
B A
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
C#m B
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek.
A
Oh, well, guess beggars can’t be choosy.
C#m B
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
B
And wanting it both ways.
A
Fame made me a balloon ’cause my ego inflated
C#m B
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 B A
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam.
A
Ooh! Hit the lottery, ooh wee,
C#m B
But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet.
A
It was like winning a huge meet.
C#m B
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 B
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
B A
That’s under my bed,
C#m B A
Get along with the voices inside of my head.
C#m
You’re trying to save me;
B A
Stop holding your breath.
C#m
And you think I’m crazy,
B A
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
C#m
Well, that’s nothing.
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
C#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
C#m
Well, that’s nothing.
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
C#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
C#m
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
C#m
No, I ain’t much of a poet
B A
But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
A
And don’t squander it,
C#m
’Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow.
B
So I keep conjuring.
A
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from.
C#m B
(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.
B
I think you’ve been wandering off down
A
Yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen,
C#m B A
’Cause I need an interventionist to intervene between me and this monster
C#m B
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 B
My OCD’s conking me in the head.
A
Keep knocking, nobody’s home. I’m sleepwalking.
C#m B
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
B A
That’s under my bed,
C#m B A
Get along with the voices inside of my head.
C#m
You’re trying to save me;
B A
Stop holding your breath.
C#m
And you think I’m crazy,
B A
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
C#m
Well, that’s nothing.
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
C#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
C#m
Well, that’s nothing.
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
C#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
C#m
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
C#m B
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,
B A
Drums get killed, and I’m coming straight at MC’s;
A
Blood gets spilled. And I
C#m B
Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track.
A
Give every kid who got played at
A
Pumped up feeling
C#m
And shit to say back
B
To the kids who play ’em.
A
I ain’t here to save the fucking children,
C#m B
But if one kid out of a hundred million
A
Who are going through a struggle feels and relates, that’s great.
C#m B
It’s payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
A C#m
In the draft. Turn nothing into something. Still can make that
B A
Straw into gold, chump. I will spin
A
Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack.
C#m B A
Maybe I need a straightjacket. Face facts:
Aadd11+ A
I am nuts for real. But I’m okay with that;
A
It’s nothing. I’m still friends with the…
Chorus:
C#m
I’m friends with the monster
B A
That’s under my bed,
C#m B A
Get along with the voices inside of my head.
C#m
You’re trying to save me;
B A
Stop holding your breath.
C#m
And you think I’m crazy,
B A
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
C#m
I’m friends with the monster
B A
That’s under my bed, (get along with,)
C#m B A
Get along with the voices inside of my head.
A
(You’re tryna,)
C#m
You’re trying to save me;
B A
Stop holding your breath.
A
(And you think,)
C#m
And you think I’m crazy,
B A
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
C#m
Well, that’s nothing.
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
C#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
C#m
Well, that’s nothing.
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
C#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
B A
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
A
Uh-oh, uh-oh.