Lyrics and translation
Original
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
Running out of pills that can lift me up
You're my helium, you're my helium
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
I don't know who to trust, don't know who to trust
Feel it in my lungs, feel it in my lungs
You're my helium, you're my helium
I need you like I need to breathe the air in my lungs
I need you like I need the plug to bring me my drugs
If I can't have you, you don't wanna see what this does
Goin' through withdrawals, left a bunch of missed calls
Tweakin', tweakin' like a fiend, my texts goin' green
An active addiction, I'm the furthest thing from clean
Your love is like heroin, the strongest morphine
So serеne, wonder if this all a dream, yеah
We're both broke and that's probably why we broke apart
Pointless, try supergluin' a broken heart
I said, "I need you," and she text me back, "KK"
Give me twenty, baby, I be on the way, ayy, ayy
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
Running out of pills that can lift me up
You're my helium, you're my helium
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
I don't know who to trust, don't know who to trust
Feel it in my lungs, feel it in my lungs
You're my helium, you're my helium
Yeah, easy come, easy go, wish it was that easy, though
Wonder if it's harder to let habits or let people go
Bon Iver said, "Skinny love," but Suga Free said free her, though
Tryna drink the pain away, I'm tweakin', tweak, tweak, tweak
Tweakin' like I'm not callin' you at 4 o'clock
She said, "Don't you know I got a job? Would you fuckin' stop?
Would you let me get some sleep? You keep callin' on repeat"
Vicious cycles, we recycle, same shit happens every week, sheesh
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
Running out of pills that can lift me up
You're my helium, you're my helium
I'ma need your love, I'ma need your love
I don't know who to trust, don't know who to trust
Feel it in my lungs, feel it in my lungs
You're my helium, you're my helium
[Outro: Crunchy Black]
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho
Description
A song is like an alarm bell, only instead of ringing, it's a drip of emotions beating to the beat. Here, love isn't butterflies, it's withdrawal. It's not wine under a blanket, it's cold sweat and a phone that's silent again. Everything sounds on the edge: between “I really need this” and “I need help.” When feelings get mixed up with symptoms, and messages get cut off on repeat - as if in “one more” someone will finally respond like a human being. But no. It's like a rap song about addiction, only instead of a substance, it's a person. There's a lightness to it, but it has a hint of panic. And while some listen and nod to the beat, others recognize it as a diagnosis.