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Chorus:
F#m
I’m friends with the monster
E D
That’s under my bed,
F#m
Get along with the voices
E D
Inside of my head.
F#m
You’re trying to save me;
E D
Stop holding your breath.
F#m
And you think I’m crazy,
E D
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
F#m
I wanted the fame,
E
But not the cover of Newsweek.
D
Oh, well, guess beggars can’t be choosy.
F#m E
Wanted to receive attention for my music,
D
Wanted to be left alone in public.
F#m
Excuse me for wanting my cake and eat it too
E
And wanting it both ways.
D
Fame made me a balloon ‘cause my ego inflated
F#m E
When I blew, see, but it was confusing
D
‘Cause all I wanted to do’s
Be the Bruce Lee of loose-leaf.
F#m E
Abused ink, used it as a tool
D
When I blew steam.
Ooh! Hit the lottery, ooh wee,
F#m
But with what I gave up
E
To get was bittersweet.
D
It was like winning a huge meet.
Ironic, ‘cause I think
F#m E
I’m getting so huge I need a shrink.
I’m beginning to lose sleep.
D
One sheep, two sheep…
F#m E
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith.
D
But I’m actually weirder than you think
‘Cause I…
Chorus:
F#m
I’m friends with the monster
E D
That’s under my bed,
F#m
Get along with the voices
E D
Inside of my head.
F#m
You’re trying to save me;
E D
Stop holding your breath.
F#m
And you think I’m crazy,
E D
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
F#m
Well, that’s nothing.
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
F#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
F#m
Well, that’s nothing.
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
F#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
F#m
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
F#m
No, I ain’t much of a poet
E
But I know somebody once told me
D
To seize the moment
And don’t squander it,
‘Cause you never know
F#m
When it all could be over tomorrow.
E
So I keep conjuring.
D
Sometimes I wonder
Where these thoughts spawn from.
F#m E
(Yeah, ponder it. And do you want this?
D
No wonder you losing your mind,
The way it wanders.)
F#m
Yodel-odel-ay-ee-hoo.
E
I think you’ve been wandering off down
D
Yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen,
F#m E
‘Cause I need an interventionist
D
To intervene between me and this monster
F#m
And save me from myself
E
And all this conflict,
D
‘Cause the very thing
That I love’s killing me
And I can’t conquer it.
F#m E
My OCD’s conking me in the head.
D
Keep knocking, nobody’s home.
I’m sleepwalking.
F#m
I’m just relaying
E
What the voice in my head saying.
D
Don’t shoot the messenger.
I’m just friends with the…
Chorus:
F#m
I’m friends with the monster
E D
That’s under my bed,
F#m
Get along with the voices
E D
Inside of my head.
F#m
You’re trying to save me;
E D
Stop holding your breath.
F#m
And you think I’m crazy,
E D
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
F#m
Well, that’s nothing.
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
F#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
F#m
Well, that’s nothing.
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
F#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
F#m
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
F#m E
Call me crazy, but I had this vision
D
One day that I’ll walk
Amongst you a regular civilian.
F#m
But, until then,
E
Drums get killed,
D
And I’m coming straight at MC’s;
Blood gets spilled. And I
F#m
Take it back to the days
E
That I get on a Dre track.
D
Give every kid who got played at
Pumped up feeling
F#m
And shit to say back
E
To the kids who play ’em.
D
I ain’t here to save the fucking children,
F#m E
But if one kid out of a hundred million
D
Who are going through a struggle
Feels and relates, that’s great.
F#m E
It’s payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
D
In the draft. Turn nothing into something.
F#m
Still can make that
E D
Straw into gold, chump. I will spin
Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack.
F#m E D
Maybe I need a straightjacket. Face facts:
Dadd11+ D
I am nuts for real. But I’m okay with that;
It’s nothing. I’m still friends with the…
Chorus:
F#m
I’m friends with the monster
E D
That’s under my bed,
F#m
Get along with the voices
E D
Inside of my head.
F#m
You’re trying to save me;
E D
Stop holding your breath.
F#m
And you think I’m crazy,
E D
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
F#m
I’m friends with the monster
E D
That’s under my bed,
(Get along with,)
F#m
Get along with the voices
E D
Inside of my head.
(You’re tryna,)
F#m
You’re trying to save me;
E D
Stop holding your breath.
(And you think,)
F#m
And you think I’m crazy,
E D
Yeah, you think I’m crazy.
F#m
Well, that’s nothing.
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
F#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh, oh.
F#m
Well, that’s nothing.
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
F#m
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
E D
Uh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
Published 31.12.13