[Hook: Rihanna]
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
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of
Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggers can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me
Been 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,
wooh
Hit the lottery, oh wee
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 cucko and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm
[Hook]
Well, that's not fair
Well, that's not fair
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Now 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 conjuring
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts
spawn from
(Yeah, ponder it
Do you wonder there's no wonder you're losing
your mind
The way you're brought up?)
Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
I think you've been wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster and
save me from myself and all this conflict
Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I
can't conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's
saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with
the
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Call me crazy, but I had this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular
civilian
But until then drums get killed I'm coming
straight at
Emcees, blood get spilled and I
Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that
Pumped the villian and shit that say back
To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the fucking children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels and
relates that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can
make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin
in a hay stack
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
[Hook]