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