| Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
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| Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
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| I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
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| The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
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| Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
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| Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
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| And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
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| Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
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| And got some weed and got some purp
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| And got some bars and got some syurp
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| And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
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| And I just instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
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| Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
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| I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
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| Amen, satan told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about
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| my work
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| I only think about my come-up, capitalism
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| Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
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| We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb
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| I’m a tell you what you need to know
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| I’m a tell you what you need to hear
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| Cause the truth would be too much
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| Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
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| I’m a tell you what you need to know
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| I’m a tell you what you need to hear
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| Cause the truth would be too much
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| Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
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| I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
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| I’m already afraid to tight clothes
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| I want all her best friends to be white folks
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| I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
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| It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
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| I swear rapping make it easy to lie
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| But secrets don’t make it easy to write
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| I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
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| I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
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| But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
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| Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
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| Looking in the mirror like, «Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?»
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| He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand did it?
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| I spent a plenty penny on microphones, many midis
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| Any of those cities, I put the indie in Windy City
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| Indian giver, Black father, White liar
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| Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
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| Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
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| Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
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| I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
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| And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
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| I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
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| Go back to the day before I became famous over night
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| I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
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| Go back to the day before I became famous over night
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| I’m a tell you what you need to know
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| I’m a tell you what you need to hear
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| Cause the truth would be too much
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| Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
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| I’m a tell you what you need to know
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| I’m a tell you what you need to hear
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| Cause the truth would be too much
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| Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
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| I’m a tell you what you need to know
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| I’m a tell you what you need to hear
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| Cause the truth would be too much
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| Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be… okay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Need To Know, artist - Macklemore. Album song This Unruly Mess I've Made, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп