[Verse 1]
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can be choosey
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,but it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf,abused ink
Used it as a tool when I blew steam
Whoo, hit the lottery, ooh-wee
But with what I gave up da get it was bittersweet
It was like winning a used mink
Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge, I need a shrink
I'm beginning da lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'm—
[Verse 2]
Now, I ain't much of a poet
But I know somebody once told me da seize the moment
And don't squander it'cause ya never know when it
All could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjuring
Sometimes, I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
Yeah, pondering'll do ya wonders, no wonder
You're losing the mind, the way it wanders
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo
I think it went 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's killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD's 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—"
[Verse 3]
Call me crazy, but I have this vision, one day that
I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then, drums get killed, and I'm coming straight at
MCs, blood gets spilled, then I'll
Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that
Pumped-up feeling and shit da say back to the kids who played him
I ain't here da save the fucking children, but if one kid—
Out of a hundred-million who are going through a
Struggle feels it and relates, that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft turn nothing into some'
Still can make thatstraw into gold, chump, I will spin
Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
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—
[Chorus]
(Monster that's under my bed, get along with—)
(Voices inside of my head, you're trying da—)
(Save me, stop holding your breath, and you think—?)
Crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothing
[Post-Chorus]
Well, that's nothing