I NEED Songtext
von Macklemore

I need two bad bitches and a bag of good weed
Need a 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 three
Can't fly commercial, that shit ain't luxury
I need duffles, duffles, Louis, Gucci, and Balenci


I need shoes, shoes, all 23
Fill the closet, buy ′em 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? (Racks on me)
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 Birkin bag, then BBL her ass (uh)
All the homies jealous, I can′t trust none of 'em
So I cut my day ones off like, fuck it, keep 'em coming
I need all new friends, they gotta be famous
Showing everybody that I really fucking made it (uh)
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 break up, we need to make it public
I′ma 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′ma to say it, I need to be their favorites
Saw the NBA players, and I'm on Obama′s playlist
Fuck a top five, 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 wanna be seen, I wanna be loved
I wanna be felt, don′t wanna 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 (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
This 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