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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
Ooh-ooh-ooh
[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 pre-paid (aye)
Now a nigga rich enough to buy you
.40 on me leave you in the bayou (uh)
Brother serving bricks like a drive-thru (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 tooth-less
Kinda like my car, I’ll leave him roof-less
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