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, the 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, but 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

Hit the lottery, oh wee

With what I gave up to get was bittersweet

It was like winning a used mink

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

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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, pondering'll do you wonder.

There's no wonder

you're losing your mind the way it wanders]

I think it went wandering off

down yonder and stumbled on 'ta 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 of my head's saying

Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with

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回復(fù) @去看看海好嗎 :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’ll

Take it back to the days that I’d get on a Dre track

Give every kid who got played that

Pumped up feeling and sh*t that say back

To the kids who played 'em

I ain't here to save the f*cking children

But if one kid out of a hundred million

Who are going through a struggle feels it 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 in the 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 a...