The Monster
eminem (feat.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
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 "The Monster," the rapper talks about his relationship with fame and his inner demons. He starts off by acknowledging the monster that's under his bed and the voices inside of his head, which he claims to be friends with. He explains that he wanted fame but didn't anticipate the all-consuming nature of it. He also acknowledges that he's bipolar and that his behavior can be erratic.


The chorus, "You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath, and you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy," gives the impression that people around him are concerned about him, and he acknowledges this but asks them to let him handle his inner demons.


The second verse talks about Eminem's obsession with rap and his addiction to his music. He claims he's been doing it for so long that it's all he knows, and it's what he loves. But at the same time, he acknowledges that it's ruining him.


Overall, "The Monster" is a song about fame and addiction, with Eminem's inner demons serving as the titular monster.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
I have accepted the dangerous side of fame and am comfortable with it, acknowledging that it exists within me.


Get along with the voices inside of my head
I have learned to coexist with my intrusive thoughts and use them as inspiration for my music.


You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
Others may try to protect me from the dangers of fame, but I understand and accept the risks.


And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
People see me as crazy for accepting and embracing the monster within me, but I am unapologetic about it.


I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
I desired success in my music career but was not prepared for the intense media scrutiny and personal invasion that came with it.


Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
I understand that I cannot control every aspect of my fame and must accept the negative consequences that come with it.


Wanted to receive attention for my music
I craved recognition and validation for my talent as a musician.


Wanted to be left alone in public excuse me
I desired privacy and autonomy in my personal life, even as my fame grew.


For wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
I struggled with the conflicting desires of fame and privacy, and ultimately wanted both.


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


When I blew; see, but it was confusing
Although I achieved great success, it was overwhelming and difficult to navigate.


Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
I aspired to be a master of my craft, likening my skill in songwriting to Bruce Lee's mastery of martial arts.


Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
I used writing and music as an outlet to deal with the intense pressure and stress that came with fame.


(Ooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee
My sudden success and fame was like winning the lottery.


But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet
Although I achieved success, I also had to sacrifice privacy and personal relationships.


It was like winning a used me
I felt exploited and used by the music industry and media as my fame grew.


Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
Despite achieving great success, I felt overwhelmed and needed therapy to deal with the psychological impact of fame.


I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
I became anxious and struggled to sleep due to the constant pressure of fame.


Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, similar to how eccentric musician Kool Keith behaved.


Call me crazy, but I have this vision
Others may see me as crazy, but I have a clear vision of what I want to achieve in my music career.


One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian
I dream of being able to live a normal life and blend in with others outside of my fame.


And I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
I reminisce about working with Dr. Dre in the past and the exhilaration of creating music with him.


Give every kid who got played at, pumped up feeling
I want to inspire and uplift my fans, especially those who have faced adversity or challenges in their lives.


And shit to say back to the kids who play 'em
I want to empower my fans with lyrics and music that they can use to respond to those who have wronged or doubted them.


I ain't here to save the fucking children
While I want to inspire and connect with my fans, I understand that it is not my responsibility to save or fix their problems.


But if one kid out of a hundred million
Even if I can positively impact the life of just one fan out of the millions who listen to my music, it is worth it.


Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates, that's great
If my music can resonate with someone who is facing a difficult time, it is a great accomplishment for me as an artist.


It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back in the draft
I use my success as payback for those who doubted and underestimated me, similar to how quarterback Russell Wilson fell in the NFL draft but went on to achieve great success.


Turn nothing into something, still can make that, straw into gold chump
I have a talent for turning unlikely or difficult situations into something positive or valuable, even if others doubt my abilities.


I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
I have a knack for rising to challenges and overcoming obstacles, similar to the fairy tale character Rumpelstiltskin who spun straw into gold.


Maybe I need a straight jacket face facts, I am nuts for real
Despite achieving success, I recognize that I am far from perfect and may be seen as crazy for pursuing a career in music.


But I'm okay with that, it's nothing, I'm still friends with the...
Despite the challenges and risks of fame, I am still comfortable embracing the monster within me and pursuing my dreams in music.




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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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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