Need To Know Lyrics - This Unruly Mess I've Made - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

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 weed 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 work 

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 

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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 of 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 fucked 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 with a pair of scissors 

Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?" 

He handed a choice but he ain't hold my hand in it 

I spent a plenty penny on microphones, many midis 

In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City 

Indian giver, Black father, White liar 

Right next to Yeezy 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 nigga 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 that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic 

Go back to the day before I became famous over night 

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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... okay