Juice WRLD — Confide To

[Intro] She say 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? Oh [Verse 1] I caught your attention, ooh You're all in my mentions, ooh I know you been trippin' too But I've been trippin' off the shrooms And I don't know what these pills do But I'm gon' take two I'm startin' 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, suicide, oh [Verse 2] Me and Ferris run this shit, we in first place (Ya' dig?) May just have to run it back, like a relay I remember stеalin' shit, out on E-Bay I remember crackin' cards, no prеpaid (Ayy) Now a nigga rich enough to buy you .40 on me, leave you in the bayou Brother servin' bricks like a drive-thru Traphouse blocked off, nigga you can't ride through She say 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 During the midnight hours [Verse 3] 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 I just left her like I bought a new whip Got her wet like she was on that cruise ship Niggas actin' 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 'em toothless Kinda like my car, I'll leave him roofless I know I'm a dog, nigga, Rufus I'm livin' in the moment, listenin' to Guns & Roses Got a closet full of guns and roses Only nineteen with them millions in my bank account So much money, damn, I don't even think the bank'll count