The Monster
Eminem & Rihanna 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
Been 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, 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 (Woo!)
Hit the lottery, oh wee
With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
With this 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 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
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)
Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
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 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 in my head's 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
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
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 at
Pumped up feeling and shit to 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 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
Well, that's nothing

Overall Meaning

The song "The Monster" by Eminem and Rihanna is a powerful exploration of mental illness and addiction. The chorus speaks to the idea that the monster under the bed and the voices inside one's head are not something to be feared, but in fact can be embraced as part of oneself. The lyrics describe Eminem's own struggles with fame, desire for both attention and privacy, and the complicated relationship he has with his own success. He acknowledges that his ego has become inflated and that he is losing sleep over the pressure to maintain his level of success.


The following verse delves even deeper into the themes of the song, painting a picture of someone who is truly struggling with their mental health. Eminem talks about his obsession with perfection, his OCD, and the way that his own love of music is killing him. He seems to be using the song as a way to confront his own demons and try to come to terms with them. The final verse brings the song full circle, as Eminem speaks about his desire to give back to kids who are struggling and how he hopes his success can be a source of inspiration.


Overall, "The Monster" is a powerful and honest song that provides an insightful exploration of the complexities of mental illness and addiction.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
I accept that the dark side of my personality exists and embrace it as a part of me.


Get along with the voices inside of my head
I have learned to live with and control the intrusive thoughts that constantly plague me.


You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
I appreciate your concern but I am beyond saving and acceptance is my only way forward.


And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
I am aware that society may perceive me as insane, but I cannot change who I am.


I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
I craved recognition for my music but did not want the media scrutiny that came along with it.


Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
I had to accept whatever opportunities presented themselves, even if they were not ideal.


Wanted to receive attention for my music
I desired to showcase my talent and have my art be recognized.


Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
I wished to maintain my privacy despite my growing fame.


Been wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
I craved all the good things that come with fame but wanted to avoid the negative aspects of it.


Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
The attention and success made me arrogant and overconfident.


When I blew, see, it was confusing
My outburst of emotions surprised me and those around me.


'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
I aspired to be a master of the art of rap and lyricism.


Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (Woo!)
I used my writing as a form of therapy and to cope with my emotions.


Hit the lottery, oh wee
I struck success and achieved my dreams.


With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
I had to sacrifice a lot to reach my goals, and the success was not entirely fulfilling.


With this like winning a huge meet
The success was like winning a massive competition.


Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
Despite my fame and success, I feel like I am losing control and need help.


I'm beginning to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep
I am struggling with insomnia and cannot fall asleep at night.


Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
I am becoming increasingly erratic and unpredictable, like the rapper Kool Keith.


But I'm actually weirder than you think
My behavior may seem unusual to those around me, but they do not know the half of it.


No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
I may lack formal poetic training, but I have received valuable advice in the past.


To seize the moment and don't squander it
I was told to make the most of my opportunities and not waste them.


'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
Life is unpredictable, and I have to make the most of my opportunities in the present because I do not know what the future holds.


So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
I constantly come up with new ideas and am not always sure where they come from.


(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?
Reflect on what I am saying, and ask yourself if you truly desire to pursue success in the same way that I have.


No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders)
It is understandable if you find my thought process confusing or hard to follow.


Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo
An exclamation used to express excitement and enthusiasm.


I think you've been wandering off down yonder
I believe your thoughts have been drifting elsewhere.


And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
You may have found yourself in a situation that requires an intervention to address your underlying problems.


'Cause I need an interventionist
I require outside help to address my issues and get back on track.


To intervene between me and this monster
I need someone to step in and help me deal with my inner demons before they consume me.


And save me from myself and all this conflict
I require assistance to overcome the mental turmoil within me and the resultant external conflicts.


'Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
The success and recognition that I hoped for is contributing to my downfall, and I cannot find a way to overcome it.


My OCD is conking me in the head
My obsessive-compulsive disorder is impacting my mental and emotional state.


Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I am physically present but emotionally checked out, and am not capable of responding fully to the outside world.


I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying
I am merely sharing the thoughts and impulses that my mind generates internally.


Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
Do not blame me for the message that my internal voice delivers, as I have no control over it.


Call me crazy, but I have this vision
Despite what others may think of me, I have a unique and powerful idea of how things can be different.


One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian
One day, I hope to be able to lead a normal life like anyone else.


But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at
In the meantime, I will continue to hone my craft and challenge myself artistically.


Emcees, blood get spilled and I
I will compete against other rappers and leave everything on the table in pursuit of my goals.


Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
I want to recapture the feeling of collaborating with legendary producer Dr. Dre.


Give every kid who got played at
I want to inspire and uplift those who have been bullied or mistreated in any way.


Pumped up feeling and shit to say back
I want to empower others to stand up for themselves and express their feelings through music.


To the kids who played 'em
To those who doubted me and tried to bring me down in the past.


I ain't here to save the fucking children
I am not here to single-handedly solve all of society's problems, but I will do what I can to help a few individuals.


But if one kid out of a hundred million
If my music can positively impact even one person out of millions, that is enough for me to feel fulfilled.


Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that's great
If someone who is struggling can listen to my music and relate to it, that is a success in itself.


It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
I am gaining recognition and influence, and those who previously doubted me are now seeing my worth and importance.


In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Even though my beginnings were humble and disadvantaged, I am still capable of achieving greatness and making something of myself.


Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
I am capable of creating something valuable and beautiful out of seemingly worthless materials, just like the singer of the fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin.


Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts
Perhaps I am mentally unstable and require professional help to address my issues.


I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
I know that I am different and have challenges that others do not face, but I have learned to accept and even embrace those differences as a part of me.


It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
Despite everything, I am still at peace with myself and my inner demons.




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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@iancu9602

Lyrics for this masterpice:

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy (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 wantin' my cake, and eat it too, and wantin' 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's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (ooh)
Hit the lottery, ooh-wee
But with what I gave up to get, it was bittersweet
It was like winnin' a used mink
Ironic 'cause I think I'm gettin' so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginnin' to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep
Going coo-coo and kooky 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 tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

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 conjurin'
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
Yeah, ponderin'll do you wonders
No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo
I think it went wanderin' 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 conkin' me in the head, keep knockin'
Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin'
I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin'
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 tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Call me crazy, but I have this vision
One day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then, drums get killed and
I'm comin' straight at MC's, blood gets 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 feelin'
And shit to say back to the kids who played him
I ain't here to save the fuckin' 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 nothin' into somethin', 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 nothin', 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 tryin' to save me, stop holdin' 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 tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Shoutout to google for giving me this lyrics



@kgatorlw

All the song references (Music Video):
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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2013

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2019 or 2020 we need another Eminem and Rihanna collab.

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