Need To Know Guitar Chords Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Song Title:Need To Know
Artist:Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Need To Know Guitar Chords Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Abm B Db E F# B

[Macklemore]

Abm
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Db E
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
F# B Eb
I’m really good at giving the half truth but usually only when I have to
Abm Db
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work

Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
E F#
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
B Eb
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Abm
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
Db
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
E F#
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
B Eb
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Abm
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
Db
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
E F# B Eb
Amen, Stan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my worth
Abm
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Db E F#
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
B Eb Abm
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

Chorus:

Abm
I’mma tell you what you need to know
Db
I’mma tell you what you need to hear
E F#
Cause the truth would be too much
B Eb
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
Abm
I’mma tell you what you need to Know
Db
I’mma tell you what you need to hear
B
Cause the truth would be too much
Eb
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

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

Chorus:

Abm
I’mma tell you what you need to know
Db
I’mma tell you what you need to hear
E F#
Cause the truth would be too much
B Eb
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
Abm
I’mma tell you what you need to Know
Db
I’mma tell you what you need to hear
B
Cause the truth would be too much
Eb
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be…okay