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