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Get along 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
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 made me 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 huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cucko and cooky 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
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 Tomorrow so I keep conjuring
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
your mind the way you're brought up? I think you've been wandering off down yonder
and stumbled upon Jeff VanVonderen 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]
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 that
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, Russell Wilson falling way back In the draft, turn nothing into something,
still can make that Straw in the gold chump I will spend
Rumpelstiltskin 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