Transcript (en)

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, crazy I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess Vegas can't be choosy Wanted to receive attention from my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me Wanting my cake and eat it too 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 was be the Bruce Lee of loosely abused ink, use it as a tool when I blew, stink, hit the lottery, ooh wee, but with what I gave up to get, it was bittersweet, it was like winning a used me, 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 kooky is cool key, but I'm actually weirder than you think, cause I'm friends with the monsters 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 Well, that's nothing you