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[Hook: Rihanna]
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head You trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
[Verse 1: Eminem]
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, public excuse me
Been wanting my cake, I need it too, wanting it both ways
Fame may be a balloon cause my ego inflated When I blew seep 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
Hit the lottery, oh wee With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
It was like winning a huge meet Ironic cause I think I'm getting so big I
need a shrink I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two
sheep Going cucko and cuckier as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think Cause I'm
[Hook]
I'm friends with a monster that's under my bed
Get a long with the voices inside of my head You 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
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now 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 could all be over
[?] so I keep conjuring Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn
from (Yeah, ponder it
Do you wonder there's no wonder you're losing your mind the way you're brought up?)
I think you've been wandering off down your [?] and stumbled upon Jeff [?]
Cause I needed an intervention in this to intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict Cause the very things that I love is killing
me and I can't conquer it My OCD is [?] me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking I'm just relaying what the voice of my head
saying Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends
with the
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Call me crazy, but I had this vision One day that I'd walk amongst you regular
civilians But until then drums get killed 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 gat Pumped the villian and *** that say back
To the kids who played 'em I ain't here to save the *** children
But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are going through a struggle feels and
relates that's great It's payback, falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw in the gold chump I will spend in a hay stack
Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with a