Текст песни I NEED - Macklemore
I
need
two
bad
bitches
and
a
bag
of
good
weed
Need
an
80
inch
screen,
that's
a
big
TV
I
need
Addies
to
stay
up,
I
need
Xannies
to
get
sleep
God
give
me
drugs,
all
the
lean
that
I
can
drink
All
my
haters,
suck
a
dick,
rest
in
peace
And
to
all
the
opposition
you
can
come
and
get
me
When
I
finally
do
some
good
I
need
everyone
to
see
But
please,
I
need
you
to
pray
for
me
Had
two
whips,
put
them
on
gold
D's
Saw
Lil
Baby's,
I
went
and
bought
3
Can't
fly
commercial,
that
shit
ain't
luxury
I
need
duffles,
duffles,
Louis,
Gucci,
and
Balency
I
need
shoes,
shoes,
all
23
Fill
the
closet,
buy
them
all
I
don't
even
wear
these
I
need
a
necklace,
I
need
watches,
I
need
bezels,
I
need
wallets
Need
my
diamonds
to
be
flawless,
matching
no
canaries
I
need
more,
more
I'll
pay
whatever
fee
Put
me
on
a
billboard
Face
on
every
magazine
I
want
it
all,
run
it
up
What
the
fuck
is
wrong
with
me?
Because
I
got
everything
And
I
still
ain't
happy
I
got
everything
I
need
So
why
am
I
falling
to
my
knees?
I
got
racks
on
me
money
ain't
a
thing
All
I
really
want
is
to
be
free
Look
at
me
I
got
everything
I
need
So
why
am
I
falling
to
my
knees?
I
got
racks
on
me
money
ain't
a
thing
All
I
really
want
is
to
be
free
Look
at
me
Look
at
me
I
need
a
new
hairline,
I
need
better
abs
My
girl
a
Burkin
bag,
then
BBL
her
ass
All
the
homies
jealous,
I
can't
trust
none
of
them
So
I
cut
my
day
ones
off
like
fuck
it,
keep
them
coming
I
need
all
new
friends,
they
gotta
be
famous
Showing
everybody
that
I
really
fucking
made
it
I
need
a
new
girl,
she
gotta
be
a
model
Or
a
rapper
or
a
actor,
or
a
fucking
TikTok-er
But
we
need
to
breakup,
we
need
to
make
it
public
I'm
going
to
call
her
a
slut,
make
a
track
"Fuck
that
dumb
bitch"
And
I
need
to
rent
a
yacht,
need
to
go
to
Miami
Move
to
Calabasas,
get
a
private
bowling
alley
And
I
don't
even
bowl
but
I'm
going
to
make
a
statement
Fuck
you
mean?
I'm
going
to
say
it
I
need
to
be
the
favorite
Saw
the
NBA
players
and
I'm
on
Obama's
playlist
Fuck
a
top
5,
fuck
them
all
Yep,
I'm
the
greatest
I
need
love,
love,
I'm
making
history
I
need
paparazzi
popping
pictures
every
place
I
be
I
want
it
all,
want
it
all
The
American
dream
I
got
everything
And
I
still
ain't
happy
I
got
everything
I
need
So
why
am
I
falling
to
my
knees?
I
got
racks
on
me
money
ain't
a
thing
All
I
really
want
is
to
be
free
Look
at
me
I
got
everything
I
need
So
why
am
I
falling
to
my
knees?
I
got
racks
on
me
money
ain't
a
thing
All
I
really
want
is
to
be
free
Look
at
me
Look
at
me
I
want
to
be
seen,
I
want
to
be
loved
I
want
to
be
felt,
don't
want
to
be
judged
I
need
some
healing
because
I
cannot
feel
it
So
pour
up
another
double
cup
of
mud
I
do
not
know
who
the
hell
I
am
Done
so
many
drugs
I
lost
who
I
was
Every
person
I
let
in
my
circle
is
Secretly
lurking
and
out
for
blood
I
got
40
thousand
tucked
under
my
mattress
And
a
ratchet
in
case
anyone
will
figure
out
the
address
Security
system
in
my
attic,
staring
at
it
I'm
still
flexing
on
the
'gram
just
to
show
them
that
I
have
it
That's
the
fucking
price
of
fame
Ain't
never
going
backwards
But
none
of
this
is
working
What's
the
purpose
in
this
palace?
Pop
a
perc,
30
girls
twerking,
just
another
purchase
Spiritually
sick,
I
didn't
even
know
I
was
malnourished
Everything
is
desolate
Botox
my
forehead,
they
can't
see
how
stressed
I
am
Everything
I
ever
wanted,
the
trinity
Money,
power,
respect
In
the
end
were
the
three
things
that
lead
me
to
death
1 TEARS
2 SORRY (feat. Livingston)
3 GOD'S WILL (feat. Vic Daggs II)
4 I KNOW (feat. charlieonnafriday)
5 TAIL LIGHTS (feat. Morray)
6 CHANT (feat. Tones And I)
7 NO BAD DAYS (feat. Collett)
8 1984
9 MANIAC (feat. Windser)
10 DAY YOU DIE (feat. Sarah Barthel of Phantogram)
11 HEROES (feat. DJ Premier)
12 GRIME
13 I NEED
14 LOST / SUN COMES UP (feat. Jackson Lee Morgan)
15 FAITHFUL (feat. NLE Choppa)
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