Unreleased archive entry

Confide To

Juice WRLD

Confide To lyrics

Intro She said she need somebody to confide to Don’t find me I’ll find you You don’t got wings like I do So if you jump off this cliff who gon’ catch you She tell me she need someone to confide to But don’t find me I’ll find you You don’t got wings like I do You jump off this cliff who gon’ catch you   Verse 1 I caught your attention ooh You’re all in my mentions ooh I know you’ve been tripping too But I’ve been tripping off the shrooms And I don’t know what these pills do But I’m gon’ take two I’m starting to feel you I guess it’s time to kill you Yeah I don’t know what these pills do But I’m about to take two   Chorus Don’t find me I’ll find you You don’t got wings like I do So if you jump off this cliff suicidal Oohoohooh Verse 2 Me in first running shit we in first place yeah May just have to run it back like a relay I remember stealing shit on eBay I remember cracking cards no prepaid aye Now a nigga rich enough to buy you 40 on me leave you in the bayou uh Brother serving bricks like a drivethru uh Trap house blocked off nigga you can’t ride through She said she need somebody to confide to Don’t come find me bae I’ll find you Keep it on the low you know I gotta hide you   Bridge Can you feel it When the midnight wolves howl When the midnight wolves prowl Yeah yeah Can you feel it When the midnight wolves prowl When the midnight wolves howl Better not make a sound Can you hear it When the midnight wolves howl When the midnight wolves prowl In the midnight hours Do you feel me Vibrations of mine Get low when I’m high I’m not that guy yeah Can you hear me Am I talking too low Are my expectations too high I’m not that guy Can you feel it When the midnight wolves howl Verse 3 I just left her like I bought a new whip Got away like she was on a cruise ship Niggas acting on that Terry Crews shit I don’t got no time for that fake shit I lose it Say you wanna fight I’ll leave him toothless Kinda like my car I’ll leave him roofless I know I’m a dog nigga Rufus I’m living in the moment Listening to Guns N’ Roses Got a closet full of guns n’ roses Only nineteen with the millions in my bank account So much money damn ion even think the back could count