Macklemore - I NEED lyrics

I need two bad bitches and a bag of good weed
Need an eighty 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 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 fallin' 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 fallin' 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 (Han)
All the homies jealous
I can't trust none of them
So I cut my day ones off like fuck it
Keep 'em comin' (Han)
I need all new friends, they gotta be famous
Showing everybody that I really
Fuckin' made it (Han)
I need a new girl, she gotta be a model
Or a rapper, or a actor
Or a fucking TikToker
But we need to breakup
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 the favorite
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 makin' history
I need paparazzi poppin' 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 fallin' 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 fallin' 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 lurkin' and out for blood
I got forty thousand tucked under my mattress
And a ratchet in case anyone'll
Figure out the address
Security system in my attic, starin' at it
I'm still flexin' on the 'Gram just to
Show 'em that I have it
That's the fuckin' price of fame
Ain't never goin' backwards
But none of this is workin'
Where's the purpose in this palace?
Pop a perc 30, girls twerkin'
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