I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're 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 beggars can't be choosy Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me For wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated When I blew; see, 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 (Ooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee But 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 cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think cause I'm...
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothin', Well that's nothin'...
No, 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 all could be over tomorrow So I keep calm, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from (Yeah, ponder it, do you want this? No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders) Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo I think you've been wandering off down yonder and stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen yeah
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
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