I NEED lyrics - 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 and 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?

'Cause 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'ma 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 'cause 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'll figure out the address

Security system in my attic, staring at it

I'm still flexing on the 'Gram just to show 'em that I have it

That's the fucking price of fame

Ain't never going backwards

But none of this is working, where'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