The Monster
Eminem(에미넴) Lyrics


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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 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 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
(Ooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee
But with what I gave up to get 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 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
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

No, 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 want this?
No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders)
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo
I think you've been wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto 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's 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 in my head is saying
Don't shoot 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

Call me crazy, but I have this vision
One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed
And I'm coming straight at MCs, blood get spilled
And I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played at, pumped up feeling
And shit to say back to the kids who play '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 then 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 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 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 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

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's hit song "The Monster," he shares his experience with fame and the inner demons that come with it. The opening lines suggest that he has come to terms with his darker side, personified as a "monster" under his bed. Eminem recognizes his coexistence with this monster and how he has learned to "get along with the voices inside [of his] head." He acknowledges that many people have tried to help him overcome this monster, but it's not as simple as that.


In the second verse, Eminem shares his initial desires for fame and attention, leading him to make choices that were not always in his best interest. He recognizes the trade-offs he has made for fame and fortune, resulting in a confusing and unpredictable life. He then acknowledges how his fame and ego have further inflated his already-existing issues. The irony of it all is that despite his monumental success, Eminem feels less in control than ever before. The final verse suggests that despite struggling with his mental health, he remains committed to producing great music and inspiring those who relate to his experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
I have a close relationship with my inner demons, the fears that keep me up at night.


Get along with the voices inside of my head
I am able to coexist with the conflicting thoughts and emotions inside of me.


You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
You are trying to help me, but you should not exhaust yourself trying to save me from myself.


And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
You believe my behavior is irrational, but I am not the only one who feels this way.


I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
I desired recognition for my art, but not the scrutiny and judgment that came with it.


Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
I realize I cannot be too selective when it comes to fame and success, as any opportunity is valuable.


Wanted to receive attention for my music
I craved validation and acknowledgment for my musical talent.


Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me
I desired to be able to maintain privacy and personal space even in the public eye.


For wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
I wanted the benefits of fame and success while also maintaining control over my personal life.


Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
My success caused me to become arrogant and overconfident.


When I blew; see, but it was confusing
However, my success was also disorienting and difficult to comprehend.


Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
All I ever wanted was to become a master of my craft, like how Bruce Lee was in his field.


Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
I used writing as an outlet for my emotions, unleashing my thoughts and feelings onto paper.


(Ooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee
I finally struck it big and experienced the success I had dreamed of.


But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet
However, the price of my fame and success was emotionally taxing, making me feel conflicted.


It was like winning a used me
I achieved success but felt like I had lost a sense of who I was in the process.


Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
It is ironic that my success has caused me to feel more unstable and in need of therapy.


I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
My struggles with mental health are causing me to lose sleep and feel more exhausted.


Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
I feel like I'm losing my mind like the rapper Kool Keith.


But I'm actually weirder than you think cause I'm...
But the truth is, I am even stranger and more complex than people may imagine.


Well, that's nothing
Even though my struggles are challenging, they are nothing compared to the future I envision for myself.


No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody
Even though I may not be a great writer, I still have something to say and people who support me.


Once told me to seize the moment and don't squander it
Someone advised me to make the most of my opportunities and not let them go to waste.


Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
Life is unpredictable and anything can happen, so it is important to make the most of every day.


So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder
I continue to come up with new ideas for my art, but sometimes I question where these ideas come from.


(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?
I urge you to consider the difficulties and sacrifices that come with fame and success.


No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders)
It's no surprise that you feel like you're losing your mind given how your thoughts and emotions are constantly racing.


Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo
I express my creativity and individuality through my unique vocalizations.


I think you've been wandering off down yonder
I believe you have been distracted and not fully present with me in this conversation.


And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
It is as if you have unintentionally found yourself in an intervention-like situation with me, similar to Jeff VanVonderen's TV show.


Cause I need an interventionist to intervene between me and this monster
I need someone to help me confront and overcome my inner demons that are causing me so much distress.


And save me from myself and all this conflict
I need someone to protect me from my own destructive tendencies and help me resolve my internal conflicts.


Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it
The success and fame that I have always wanted is causing me immense emotional pain and I cannot seem to overcome it.


My OCD is conking me in the head
My obsessive-compulsive disorder is causing me significant distress and interfering with my daily life.


Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
Despite your attempts to help me, I am not fully present and am just going through the motions of life like a sleepwalker.


I'm just relaying what the voice in my head is saying
I am merely expressing the thoughts and emotions that are going through my own head, even if they don't make sense to you.


Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the...
Please don't blame me for the feelings and thoughts that I am experiencing, as I am just trying to be honest and open with you.


Call me crazy, but I have this vision
You may think I am irrational, but I have a clear goal and vision in my mind.


One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian
I dream of being able to live a normal life again without the burden of fame and success.


But until then drums get killed
But in the meantime, I will continue to kill it on the drums and perfect my craft.


And I'm coming straight at MCs, blood get spilled
I am focusing on creating groundbreaking music that will leave everyone stunned.


And I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
I reminisce about the early days of my career when I worked with legendary producer Dr. Dre.


Give every kid who got played at, pumped up feeling
I want to inspire and motivate every child who has been bullied or rejected by making them feel valued and empowered.


And shit to say back to the kids who play 'em
I want to give these children the strength and confidence to stand up for themselves and not let others bring them down.


I ain't here to save the fucking children
However, I want to clarify that I am not pretending to be a savior or messiah to these children.


But if one kid out of a hundred million
But if even one child can feel empowered and inspired by my music, it will all be worth it.


Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates, that's great
If my music can help someone going through a difficult time feel understood and related to, that is a huge accomplishment.


It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back in the draft
This success also feels like vindication for all the times I was overlooked or underestimated, just like when NFL player Russell Wilson was drafted late.


Turn nothing into something, still can make that, straw into gold chump
I am able to turn even the most challenging or mundane situations into something incredible, like the story of Rumpelstiltskin turning straw into gold.


I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
I am capable of creating amazing things out of nothing, even in the most challenging and unpredictable circumstances.


Maybe I need a straight jacket face facts, I am nuts for real
I recognize that I may need some kind of intervention or help for my mental health, as I clearly struggle with my own inner demons.


But I'm okay with that, it's nothing, I'm still friends with the...
However, even though I have my own mental health struggles, I still feel connected to my inner demons and feel comfortable with who I am.


I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Ultimately, I accept and even embrace my own inner demons and struggles, as they are a part of who I am and have helped shape my art.


Get along with the voices inside of my head
I am able to coexist with my own conflicting thoughts and emotions and channel them into my creative work.


You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
I appreciate your concern and support, but recognize that I alone must take responsibility for my own mental health and well-being.


And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
I understand that my behavior may seem irrational or erratic to others, but I am still learning to navigate my own mental health struggles and creative process.


Well, that's nothing
Despite the challenges and difficulties I may face, I am still determined to succeed and create amazing art that resonates with people.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: BLETA REXHA, MARSHALL MATHERS, AARON KLEINSTUB, BRYAN FRYZEL, ROBYN FENTY, JONATHAN BELLION, MAKI ATHANASIOU

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@tanja23811

Lyrics
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

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, public excuse me
Been wanting my cake, I need it too, 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
Ooh, 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 cuckier 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
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
Well, that′s nothing

Well, that's nothing
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 could all 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 upon 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 things 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
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
Well, that's nothing
Well, that′s nothing
Call me crazy, but I had this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you regular civilians
But until then drums get killed I′m coming straight at
MCs, blood get spilled and I take it back
To the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played at
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 in the gold chump I will spend 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
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
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
Well, that′s nothing
Well, that's nothing



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0:00 Mockingbird
0:12 Without Me
0:14 My Name Is
0:15 The Way I Am
0:22 The Way I Am
0:25 Lose Yourself
0:27 My Name Is
0:35 The Way I Am
0:36 Stan
0:40 Stan feat. Elton John (Live), My Band
0:42 The Way I Am
0:46 3AM
1:25 The Way I Am
1:34 My Name Is
2:27 Lose Yourself
2:50 The Way I Am
3:04 Lose Yourself
3:31 Lose Yourself
3:32 The Way I Am
3:41 Stan feat. Elton John (Live)
3:57 Lose Yourself
3:58 Stan feat. Elton John (Live)
4:06 Lose Yourself
4:11 My Name Is
4:42 The paper Slim Shady threw is most likely the piece of paper from 8 Mile where he wrote his lyrics
Tell me if i missed something!



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