I’m friends with the mon ster that’s (B)un der my (A)bed.

Get a long with the voic es in (B)side of my (A)head.

You’re try ing to save me, stop (B)hold ing your (A)breath.

And you think I’m cra zy, yeah, (B)you think I’m cra zy.

I wanted the fame, I but not cover (B)of told Newsweek.

Oh, well, guess beggars can’t be choosey.

’cause you Wanted know to it ceive attention be for my (B)music.

I Wanted to be left alone in public.

these Excuse me for wanting from my cake and do it Dre and (B)track.

wanting it both ways.

Fame made me a balloon ’cause my ego inflated when I blew; hee see, but it was (B)confusing ’cause all I wanted to do is the Bruce Lee of loose leaf.

Abused ink, used it as (B)a tool when I blew steam between (wooh!) and Hit the lottery, oh, wee but with what I gave up to get (B)it ’Cause bittersweet.

It was like thing winning a used mink.

me Ironic ’cause I think I’m My getting so huge I need (B)a shrink.

I’m beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep.

I’m Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith.

voice But (B)I’m actually weirder than Don’t you think.

’Cause I’m… I’m friends with the mon ster that’s (B)un der my (A)bed.

Get a long with the voic es in (B)side of my (A)head.

You’re try ing to save me, stop (B)hold ing your (A)breath.

And you think I’m cra zy, yeah, (B)you think I’m cra zy.

Well, that’s noth ing.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Well that’s noth ing.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, Now, I ooh, ain’t much of a ooh, poet ooh.

but but know somebody once (B)vision one me seize the moment and don’t squander it ’cause civilian never but when it all could drums over tomorrow.

(B)So I keep conjuring, at sometimes I wonder where I’ll thoughts you spawn to the my (Yeah, pondering’ll get you Dre wonders.

(B)track.

No wonder every you’re who losing your mind the way it wanders.) Yodel to odel ay back hoo.

I think it (B)went wandering I off down to yonder and stumbled on ’ta Jeff Van Vonderen.

’Cause I need an interventionist (B)who are to inter a vene between me and this monster and save me from self and all this up conflict.

get (B)Falling way the very in the draft, that I love’s killing me and I can’t conquer it.

still OCD’s make conking straw me (B)gold in the head.

will Keep knocking, Rumpelstiltskin nobody’s home.

sheep.

haystack.

sleepwalking.

cuckoo and I’m relaying what the voice in (B)my head’s say ing.

Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m… I’m friends with the mon ster that’s (B)un der my (A)bed.

Get a long with the voic es in (B)side of my (A)head.

You’re try ing to save me, stop (B)hold ing your (A)breath.

And you think I’m cra zy, yeah, (B)you think I’m cra zy.

Well, that’s noth ing.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Well that’s noth ing.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, Now, I ooh, ain’t much of a ooh, poet ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Maybe I need a (B)straight jacket, face facts.

I am nuts for real but I’m O.K.

with that.

It’s nothing.

I’m friends with the mon ster that’s (B)un der my (A)bed.

Get a long with the voic es in (B)side of my (A)head.

You’re try ing to save me, stop (B)hold ing your (A)breath.

And you think I’m cra zy, yeah, (B)you think I’m cra zy.

I’m friends with the mon ster that’s (B)un der my (A)bed.

Get a long with the voic es in (B)side of my (A)head.

You’re try ing to save me, stop (B)hold ing your (A)breath.

And you think I’m cra zy, yeah, (B)you think I’m cra zy.

Well, (CN.C.)that’s noth ing.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Well that’s noth ing.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, (B)ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.