Im friends with the monster thats under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head Youre trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh, well, guess beggars cant be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in 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 (wooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet It was like winning a used mink Ironic cause I think Im getting so huge I need a shrink Im beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith But Im.................................
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 14:35:17 +0000
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