Eminem Feat. 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

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can’t 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,
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 nothing

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 conjuring, 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
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 is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody’s home, I’m sleepwalking
I’m just relaying what the voice in my head is saying
Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just friends with the…

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

Call me crazy,
but I have this vision
One day that I walk amongst you
a regular civilian
But until
then drums get killed
And I’m coming straight at MC’s, blood get spilled
And I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played at, pumped up feeling
And shit to say back to the kids who play ‘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 then 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 haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket face facts, I am nuts for real
But I’m okay with that, it’s nothing, I’m still friends with the…

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