Need to Know (feat. Chance the Rapper) - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you (Yep) Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you (Nah nah) Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you (Nah nah) Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you (No) Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you I ain't no activist, I'm the protagonist I don't co-captain it I fly solo like one cup in the cabinet The cab is the cabinet They trust me at landing it They call me the advocate They'll slide like the abacus Boy meets world, everybody been savages I just want to really know how much that your shooter averages I'm not no nice guy, I'm just a good guy The bad guys should really stay on my good side I smell my roses younger than the good die The Illuminati couldn't see me with they good eye They think they Heath Ledger scary They just Jack Nichols I'm a sign to my city like the Bat-Signal Young chosen one, golden boy, De La Hoya It ain't too many me's Rest in peace to Verne Troyer I was younger then I seemed as a kid I mean my G17 18 in the head I mean I'm only 25 but I'm Motown 25 Bet I get a statue in my hometown when I die And Rahm you done I'm expecting resignation An open investigation on all of these paid vacations For murderers Fuck you, oh, oh Fuck you, fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu Fuck you, oh, oh Fuck you, fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you I don't get no paper I gotta sign at the bottom Still in my bag like the fries at the bottom And I can't do nothing right They gone always be at me I missed a Crain's interview They tried leaking my addy I donate to the schools next They call me a deadbeat daddy The Sun-Times getting that Rauner business I got a hit-list so long I don't know how to finish I bought the Chicagoist just to run you racist bitches out of business Speaking of racist, fuck your microaggressions I'll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion Pat me on the back too hard and Pat'll ask for your job And in unrelated news, someone'll beat your ass at your job I'm the real deal Who taught all these rappers that a big deal's not a big deal? Inherited the earth, poppin' wheelies on a big wheel My enemy lives in his mother's basement That's why my videos don't got no Baphomet product placement I'm a real one The honey is sweet, the apple's bitter They'll try to convince you, you stronger Without your woman than when you with her And tell you they kidding while Twitter trashing your litter I know the devil's a liar I know that players is quitters I heard you hire your hitters I know the higher the bidder That mean the less on return So I just hire a sitter I'm not no boss, nigga, I'm a soldier Kingdom builder, man somebody shoulda told ya Fuck you, oh, oh Fuck you, fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu Fuck you, oh, oh Fuck you, fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou Fu-fu-fu-fu fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck-fuck you

Yeah, whole lot Baby girl, it's a whole lot Yeah, yeah She hit my number, call my phone Text me, "When I'm coming home?" I miss you too my baby I go see you in a minute I dey come to you And baby, baby, I dey run to you now She hit my number, call my phone Text me, "When I'm coming home?" I know you miss me, girl, I miss you too See me, I dey run to you Baby girl see I dey come to you now Tonight we going nasty Girl, we going crazy Do it on the bed and the couch, on the balcony You know I ain't playing I miss your body crazy Sat behind my desk but all I think about is you girl Mmm— When I dey work, e no dey work (never) 'Cause I dey think about you girl (nakai) Stuck on my mind, it's only her Yeah-yi yeah Listen, wanna hear you scream my name I wanna hear you plead Then tell me boy take it easy But I no decline And I ain't tryna cause no pain I wanna give you pleasure Pleasure, over pleasure In any kind of weather Baby girl, you know say I got ya 'Til the end Baby, ride or die for ya I go blast you from the morning to the evening From the weekday to the weekend Oh, no, she hit my number, call my phone Text me, "When I'm coming home?" I miss you too my baby I go see you in a minute I dey run to you (run to you) Babygirl see, I dey come to you now (I dey come to you now) She hit my number, call my phone Ask me, "When I'm coming home?" I know you miss me Girl, I miss you too See me, I dey run to you (run to you) Baby girl see, I dey come to you now (I dey come to you now) Come to me on the storm And I'll be your shelter When the world's ending, pending, helter skelter Engine on E I'll be your rock, Gibraltar I need you like Nigeria needs Hausa Written in Swahili on the tomb of Nefertiti Kunta, Chakaliya Baggy jeans like Aaliyah I dress you in Chloe They follow you no Phoebe Paparazzi catch us stepping out like Ri-Ri Lay your body sweetly On a beach of white sand All I need is one mic' And you, my mic' stand I'm your knight in shining armor Not a one night stand I'm talking about forever That's why I wrote you this letter I wrote you a letter but the note got wet Not soaked but the strokes got slept And the message got stuck at the post office It wasn't nothing I ain't told y'all yet Hol' on, let me catch my breath I've been chasing you for a million, light years This message is brilliant This not just the 16, it's a catillion This not just a note baby, this is a trillion It's only three words, a few birds You know me I doodle My heart's an arts and crafts I make a song outta noodles I try to use some bigger words I learn them off of Google It sounded like the truth But it just wasn't as truthful Okay, without further ado With the perfect and true Message, I've rehearsed and carried for you From scribe to button Instinct wrote in red ink Three words, all caps I'm coming back I no ever wanna lose you to somebody else That go make I overheat o (make I overheat o) Girl, you go make I insane, oh, yeah-yeah Say, I no never wanna lose you to somebody else Aye, aye That go make I overheat o (make I overheat o) Girl you don go make I insane o, oh, ooh She hit my number, text my phone Ask me, "When I coming home" I miss you too my baby I go see you in a minute I dey run to you (I dey run to you) And baby girl see I dey come to you Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, (baby, I dey run to you) Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh

"Vipassana is a science of mind and matter How the mind is influencing the body And later, how the body is influencing the mind" Yesterday? Forget it Tomorrow is? Nada The present is right here, through the breath, watch it Atheist Jesus piece, hangin' on a cross We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs About how we got here What it is, what it isn't, shit Fate versus faith, scrimmaging with coincidence Leave out the marketing, hold up on the business end Focus on the genuine, and everything else, you can shed the skin I was a couple moves away from being dead In that ER overdosing, eyes bleeding red I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz Lost it all, sobered up, and guess what? Now we meet again And now I'm back, finally just laughin' Expectations are resentments waiting to happen Studying the dharma, karma, vipassana practice Bahá'u'lláh, Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I'm traveling Learning, yes, reflecting on what matters People, impermanence, lack of attachments It's space and time, a couple of man-made distractions The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture Church, this booth is my Vatican I don't control life, but I can control how I react to it Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin' Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness I was put here to do something before I'm lying in that casket I'd be lying on the beat if I said I didn't know what that is The world's a stage and we play a character, I found him It took me 20-something years and a bunch of shitty soundchecks I'm not gonna be content 'til I find gratitude Regardless of my sales or the record deals they're handing you If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you We'll have a bunch of mp3s and misled kids to pass 'em to I use my veins to create the color I paint from Delve into self 'til my heart becomes my paint brush I told my mama I'm not stoppin' 'til my name's up Thinking those comments on that blog is gonna save us Searchin' for everything but God to validate you Get insecure and then we start blaming the haters Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle Take all the ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical So the people can relate to where I've been Where I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heard From the guts, fuck the glory Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording Many in my past and many that came before me I just keep walkin' my path and blessed to share my story

Oh girl, this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it! Oh. I want to sail away from here. And god. He came down down down down down down down down And said (down down down down down down down down) Nothing (down down down down down down down down) He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin' on He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg? That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh? And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard, Yup yup five a bone When he passed him that Styrofoam the Easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before Finally got to see what all the hype was on And then he took a sip, sittin' in the Lincoln thinkin' he was pimpin' as he listen To the system Little did he know that it was just as addictive as bass Not the kind of hit from the kick drum Hot box, let the bass bump Take it to the face, gulp Months later the use went up Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff But Goddamn he loved that feelin' Purple rain coated in the throat Just so healin' Medicine alleviate the sickness Liquid affix and it comes with a cost Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin' Trying to escape the skin that barely fit him Gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows Headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it Didn't even think he had a problem Though he couldn't sleep without gettin' nauseous Room spinnin', Thinkin' he might've sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup His eyelids closed shut Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup Girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shim but he never got up He never got up, he never got up We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us Nah, it won't be us Oh girl, this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it! Oh. I want to sail away from here. And god. He came down down down down down down down down And said (down down down down down down down down) Nothing (down down down down down down down down) He just wanted to act like them He just wanted to rap like him Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds The fact of it is most people that rap like this Talkin' about some shit they haven't lived Surprise, you know the drill Trapped in a box, declined record sales Follow the formula violence, drugs, and, sex sells So we try to sound like someone else This is not Californication There's no way to glorify this pavement Syrup, Percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you Broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant Despite how Lil Wayne lives It's not conducive to being creative And I know 'cause he's my favorite And I know 'cause I was off that same mix Rationalize the shit that I'd try after I listen to dedication But he's an alien, I'd sip that shit, pass out or play Playstation Months later I'm in the same place No music made, feeling like a failure And trust me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basement I've seen my people's dreams die I've seen what they can be denied And "weeds not a drug" - that's denial Groundhog Day life repeat each time I've seen Oxycontin take three lives I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes I've seen cocaine bring out the demons inside Cheatin' and lyin' Friendship cease, no peace in the mind Stealin' and takin' anything to fix the pieces inside Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere Only motivation for what the dealer's supplying That rush, that drug, that dope Those pills, that crumb, that roach Thinkin' I would never do that, not that drug And growing up nobody ever does Until you're stuck, lookin' in the mirror like I can't believe what I've become Swore I was gonna be someone And growing up everyone always does We sell our dreams and our potential To escape through that buzz Just keep me up, keep me up Hollywood here we come Oh girl this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And how the sky gets heavy When you are underneath it Oh, I want to sail away from here And god. He came down down down down down down down And said Nothing