B C# E F# B D#m [Verse 1] B Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom C# Should probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to E F# B D#m I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to B The money doesn't work, the chain doesn't work C# 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 D#m And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf B Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs C# 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 D#m And I just instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first B Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse C# I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church E F# B D#m Amen, satan told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work B I only think about my come-up, capitalism C# Look at where we come from, we are what we run from E F# B D#m We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb [Chorus] B I'm a tell you what you need to know C# I'm a tell you what you need to hear E F# Cause the truth would be too much B D#m Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be B I'm a tell you what you need to know C# I'm a tell you what you need to hear E F# Cause the truth would be too much B D#m Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be [Verse 2] (Chance The Rapper) B C# E F# B D#m B I cry when she smile with her eyes closed C# I'm already afraid to tight clothes E F# I want all her best friends to be white folks B I scratched out this line so many times, I can't forget it D#m It's fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit B I swear rapping make it easy to lie C# But secrets don't make it easy to write E F# I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion B D#m I don't need a thing, he warned of repercussions B But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit C# Time is moving fast and I'm running with a pair of scissors E F# Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?" B D#m He handed the torch but he ain't hold my hand did it? B I spent a plenty penny on microphones, many midis C# Any of those cities, I put the indie in Windy City E Indian giver, Black father, White liar F# Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers B Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts D#m Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts B I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show C# And now the white girls call me nigga at my show E I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic F# Go back to the day before I became famous over night B I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic D#m Go back to the day before I became famous over night [Chorus] B I'm a tell you what you need to know C# I'm a tell you what you need to hear E F# Cause the truth would be too much B D#m Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be B I'm a tell you what you need to know C# I'm a tell you what you need to hear E F# Cause the truth would be too much B D#m Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be [Instrumental break] B C# E F# B D#m [Outro - Macklemore] B I'm a tell you what you need to know C# I'm a tell you what you need to hear E F# Cause the truth would be too much B D#m Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be B I'm a tell you what you need to know C# I'm a tell you what you need to hear E F# Cause the truth would be too much B D#m Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be...okay