featuring Rihanna

[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 beggars 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]
[Bridge: Rihanna]

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 villain and %#@! that say back

To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the $#&@ing 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]