Lyrics

I'm friends with the monster
That's under my bed
Get along with the   inside of my head
You're trying to   me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy)

I wanted the   , but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess   can't be choosy
Wanted to receive   for my music
Wanted to be left alone in   excuse me
Been wanting my   , And eat it too
And wanting it both  
Fame made me a   cause my ego inflated
When I   seep and it was confusing
Cause all I wanted to do
is be the Bruce Lee of   leaf
Abused   , used it as a tool when I blew steam
Hit the   (oh wee)
With what I   up to get was bittersweet
It was like   a huge meet
Ironic 'cause I  
I'm getting so huge I need a  
I'm beginning to lose   : one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cookey as Kool Keith
But I'm actually   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 nothing
oh oh oh oh
Well, that's nothing
oh oh oh oh

Now I ain't much of a poet
But I know somebody once told me
to   the moment
And don't   it
Cause you never know when it could all be over
Tomorrow so I keep  
Sometimes I wonder where
these thoughts   from
(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?
there's no wonder you're losing your mind
the way you're wandering?)
I think you've been   off down yonder
and   onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I needed an interventionist
to intervene   me and this monster
And save me from   and all this conflict
Cause the very thing that I love is   me
and I can't conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep   , nobody's home,
I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head saying
Don't   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 nothing
oh oh oh oh
Well, that's nothing
oh oh oh oh

Call me   , but I had this vision
One day that,
I'd walk   you a regular civilian
But, until then,
  get killed and I'm Coming straight at
Emcees,   get spilled and I
Take it back to the days that, I get on a Dre track
Give every   who got played at
Pumped the feeling
and   to say back
To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the fucking  
But if one kid out of a   million
Who are going through a   feels
and it   that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the   , turn nothing into something still,
can make that
Straw in the gold chump I will spend
Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stack
Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
I am   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)
Get along with the voices inside of my head
(You're tryna)
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
Legend

Meaning

The song itself is about the relationship that Eminem has with the voice inside of his head, which both he and Rihanna alternatively refer to as the monster under his bed throughout the songs chorus.

Vocabulary

I'm friends with

be friends with: to have a friendship or friendly relationship with

Get along with

be friends
I get along very well with my mother-in-law.

Newsweek

Newsweek is an American. weekly news magazine founded in 1933. http://europe.newsweek.com/no-eminem-you-did-want-cover-newsweek-1269

beggars can't be choosy

something that you say which means when you cannot have exactly what you want, you must accept whatever you can get. If someone gives you something you asked for, you should not complain about what you get
I would have preferred a house of my own rather than sharing but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.

the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Loose leaf refers to the paper Em scribbles his rhymes on Bruce Lee is very well known as a master martial artist. Thus, Eminem’s goal when becoming a rapper was to be seen as a master lyricist.

Tryna

"trying to"
I was tryna last longer but couldn't handle the pressure.

Guess

To suppose