Rihanna - The monster (feat. Eminem)

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
 When I blew see, it was confusing
 Cause all I wanted to do is be the [bad word] 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

 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 not fair
 Well, that's not fair

 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

 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 not fair
 Well, that's not fair

 Call me crazy, but I had this vision
 One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian
 But until then [bad word] get killed [bad word] 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 [bad word] that say back
 To the kids who played 'em
 I ain't here to save the f**king children
 But if one kid out of a hundred million
 Who are going through a [bad word] feels and relates that's great
 It's [bad word] Wilson falling way back
 In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
 Straw into gold chump, I will [bad word] 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

 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'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 not fair
 Well, that's not fair