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 wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggers 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
Cuckoo and cookey as Kool Keith
But I’m actually weirder than you think
Cause 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 nothing
Oh oh oh oh…
Well, that’s nothing
Oh oh oh oh…
Now I ain’t much of a poet
But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
And don’t squander it
You never know when it could all be over
Tomorrow so I keep conjuring
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
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 saying
Heeey
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 nothing
oh oh oh oh…
Well, that’s nothing
oh oh oh oh…
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