Need To Know (feat. Chance The Rapper) (Explicit)

Need To Know - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis/Chance the Rapper
Oh my
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion
When I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth
But usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work the chain doesn't work
Something broken in my brain got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some w**d and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet
I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both
To show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase
I'm not tryna go to church
Amen satan told me not to serve
I only think about myself
I only think about my worth
I only think about my come-up capitalism
Look at where we come from we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some so numb so numb so numb
I'mma tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to hear
'Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to hear
'Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be yeah the truth would be
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times
I can't forget it
It's f**ked up I almost say it every time
That I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan quickly ended discussion
I don't need a thing he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms
That won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the mirror like d**n that ain't my dad is it
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones many midis
In years and C Ds I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver black father white liar
Right next to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards take out the juke parts
Take out the God references just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me n***a at my show
I wish that I could open twice
Sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish I could open twice
Sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I'mma tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to hear
'Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to hear
'Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be yeah the truth would be
Oh my
Oh my
My baby
Baby
Oh my
Oh my
My baby
Baby
I'mma tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to hear
'Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be yeah the truth would be okay