WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING [INTRO — SPOKEN, PIANO + LOW VOCALS] You know what’s crazy? I can go two weeks without hearing from you… And you don’t even notice. No “How you doing?” No “You good?” No “I miss you.” Nothing. But let something run out… And somehow… my phone number magically appears. Funny how that works. ⸻ [VERSE 1] Ain’t nothing worse than realizing you only call when you need something. I can disappear for days, you don’t even feel the absence. Weeks go by, you don’t send a message. But let your money get funny, let your plans get desperate— Here come my name across your screen. You don’t call because you miss me. You call because you remember I might have what you need. You don’t ask me how I’m feeling. You ask— “What you doing?” And I already know where this conversation is going. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] I’m not your emergency contact. I’m not your personal ATM. I’m not your grocery store. I’m not your backup plan. I’m not the motherfucker you remember when everything else has already failed. I got a heart too. And that shit gets tired. ⸻ [CHORUS] DON’T CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING. Call me when you miss me. Call me when you’re thinking about me. Call me just to say— “Hey, you good?” Don’t wait until you run out. Don’t wait until you need a favor. Don’t wait until everybody else has already told your ass no. DON’T CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING. I don’t want to be remembered because I can provide. I want somebody to love me when I have nothing left to give. ⸻ [VERSE 2] You know what really hurts? Knowing I wasn’t your first thought today. I wasn’t the person you woke up thinking about. Wasn’t the person you wanted to check on. You went through your whole day. Lived your whole life. Talked to everybody else. Then something went missing— And suddenly I’m important. “Hey, can you help me?” “Hey, can you come through?” “Hey, you got any?” “Hey, can you take me?” “Hey, can you loan me?” “Hey, can you…” NO. That’s all you gonna hear from me now. No. Because I’ve finally realized what our relationship really was. You weren’t calling me. You were calling my usefulness. ⸻ [CHORUS] DON’T CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING. Call me when nothing’s wrong. Call me when you don’t need a ride. Call me when you don’t need money. Call me when you don’t need food. Call me when you don’t need somebody to solve your problems. Call me because— you give a damn about me. ⸻ [VERSE 3 — RAP] I used to answer every time you hit my line, Drop what I was doing just to make sure you was fine. You knew I’d come through, so you took it for granted, Had me feeling like my kindness was something you demanded. You never asked about my dreams. Never asked about my pain. Never asked what I’ve been fighting. Never asked what’s on my brain. But you knew exactly where to find me when you needed something done. Funny how the lonely motherfucker always becomes the chosen one. I’m the first phone call when your options disappear. But when I’m going through some shit— You ain’t nowhere near. So keep that same energy. Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t knock. Don’t ask. Don’t come with that fake-ass— “What’s up, bro?” I know what’s up. You need something. ⸻ [BRIDGE — VOCAL / EMOTIONAL] And maybe I should’ve seen it. Maybe I ignored the signs. Maybe I kept calling it friendship because I didn’t want to believe I was being used. Because sometimes the hardest thing to accept isn’t that somebody changed. It’s realizing— they never felt the way you thought they did. You thought they were checking on you. They were checking your availability. You thought they missed you. They missed what you could do. You thought they loved you. They loved having access to you. And that’s a different kind of heartbreak. ⸻ [MUSIC DROPS — WHISPERED] So don’t tell me— “I was just busy.” Don’t tell me— “I’ve been meaning to call.” Don’t tell me— “You know I love you.” Because love doesn’t only knock when it needs something. Love checks on you. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — FULL SOUL] DON’T CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED SOMETHING. I don’t want that kind of love. I don’t want that kind of friendship. I don’t want that kind of family. If the only time you remember me is when you need me— FORGET MY NUMBER. If you can’t ask me how I’m doing, don’t ask me what I have. If you can’t show up when I’m empty, don’t come looking when you’re empty. Because I’m done being useful to people who aren’t loyal. Done being available to people who aren’t present. Done giving pieces of myself to people who only remember me when they need something. ⸻ [OUTRO — SPOKEN, MUSIC FADING] You don’t have to hate me. You don’t have to apologize. You don’t even have to explain. Just… leave me the fuck alone. And if one day you genuinely want to know how I’m doing— Call me. Not because you need something. Not because you ran out. Not because somebody else said no. Polo energy
