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    [Hook: Rihanna]
    I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
    Get along with the voices inside of my head
    You 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 beggers can't be choosey
    Wanted to receive attention for my music
    Wanted to be left alone, public excuse me
    Been wanting my cake, and eat it too
    for wanting it both ways
    Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
    When I blew seep 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

    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?)
    I think you've been wandering off down yonder
    And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
    Cause I needed an intervention in this
    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 of my head saying
    Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

    Well, that's not fair
    Well, that's not fair

    [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 villian and shit that say back
    To the kids who played '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 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

    Well, that's not fair
    Well, that's not fair

    Letra enviada por Diogo Souza
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