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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.
Published 31.12.13