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Young Thug - Help Me Breathe (Audio) ft. Future
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Songwriter
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Daron Jones
Daron Jones
Songwriter
Kevin Wales
Kevin Wales
Songwriter
Steven Jordan
Steven Jordan
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Ambeeza
Ambeeza
Producer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
[Instrumental]
Drop to my knees
Beggin' you, please
Lickin' my teeth
Call the police
I'm searchin' for peace
Nuttin' three or four times
Automatic drapes gonna wake you, no blinds
You're my mommy, yes, I know, ma
Someone call the officer, lift the blouse on her (Ayy)
Skinny dippin' with me and the shoes came first
2020 Bentley and it's all for her (Sheesh)
Keep it pimpin' with me and we both say, "Church" (Woo)
I did Oxycontin for the first time (Yee)
Better hide your wifey, I'm on thirst time
Jewelry on me icy, I'm on surf time
Fall to my knees
[Chorus]
You help me breathe, yeah
You help me breathe, yeah (Yeah)
You help me breathe, baby
You help me— (Oh, oh, oh)
You help me breathe, yeah
You helpin' me to breathe, yeah
You help me breathe (Baby), yeah
You helpin' me to breathe (Baby), yeah
You helpin' me to breathe, yeah
You help me breathe
You helpin' me to breathe, baby, yeah
You helpin' me breathe, yeah (Future Hendrix)
[Verse 1]
Helpin' me breathe (Yeah-yeah)
Weak in my knees (Yeah-yeah)
Got your Cubans obese
Makin' it hard for you to leave
Popped a pill just to count this money, I been up for a week (Up)
I bought Prada 'cause I'm proud of you to keep it a G (Proud of you), yeah
Cleanin' up fresh new designer, I'm goin' to surf (Surf)
I'll let you hit two cups of lean (Two cups of lean), then it's church (Two, church)
Broke down my bales, you were right there baggin' my bowls up (Bag it up)
A few red bottoms for you like it's a dozen of roses (Yeah)
Cop you Eliantte too, Solitaires lookin' like boulders (Yeah-yeah)
I'm snatchin' up that coupe for you, put Ferrari on your motor
Snatchin' up that new foreign, pretty girl in the morning
I done tried these shrooms, but you what I want (No Lie)
Took you 'cross the moon, you on another continent (Took you 'cross the moon)
When you high and you jet fly, money storm in
I know you photogenic Monday through Sunday (I can see it)
I'm keepin' my eyes on you, you iconic (Soldier)
[Chorus]
You help me breathe, yeah
You help me breathe, (Helpin' me, yeah)
You help me breathe, baby
You helpin' me to— (Oh, oh, oh, helpin' me)
You help me breathe (Helpin' me to breathe), yeah
You helpin' me to breathe (Helpin' me), yeah
You help me breathe, baby
You helpin' me to breathe (Baby), yeah
You helpin' me to breathe, yeah
You help me breathe
You helpin' me to breathe, baby, (Helpin' me)
You help me breathe (Don't make me suffer if it's nothin')
[Outro]
Without my heart, there's a chance I could die
I'll help no opp, some chance I could die
I'm gettin' 'bout high as that I'ma touch the sky
Comin' from the projects, most of these bitches shiesty
But you helpin' me to breathe (You helpin' me to breathe)
Written by: Daron Jones, Jeffery Williams, Kevin Wales, Mathias Liyew, Nayvadius Wilburn, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Sean Momberger, Steven Jordan, Wesley Glass
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