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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 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 Cuckoo and cookey as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think Cause 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 Songtexte Well, that's nothing Oh oh oh oh... Well, that's nothing Oh oh oh oh... Now I ain't much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And don't squander it You never know when it could all be over Tomorrow so I keep conjuring Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from 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 saying Heeey 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 nothing oh oh oh oh... Well, that's nothing oh oh oh oh... Aus Songtexte Mania