Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I'm to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually only I have to
The money doesn't work, the doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got weed and got some purp
And got some and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I just them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a
I'm tryna God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think myself, I only think about my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

I'mma tell you what you need to
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the would be too much
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you what you need to
I'mma tell you what you to hear
Cause the would be too much
Yeah the truth be, yeah the truth would be

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out this so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that be his last visit
Time is moving and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, liar
Right next to like Mike Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night

I'mma you what you need to know
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too
Yeah the truth be, yeah the truth would be