Confide To*

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?

I caught your attention, oh

You’re all in my mentions, oh

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

Don’t find me I’ll find you

You don’t got wings like I do

So if you jump off this cliff suicidal

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Me in first, running shit, we in first place (Yeah)

May just have to run it back, like a relay

I remember stealing shit, all on eBay

I remember cracking cards, no pre-paid (Ayy)

Now a nigga rich enough to buy you (Huh, uh)

.40 on me leave you in the bayou (Huh, uh)

Brother serving bricks like a drive-thru (Huh, 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

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

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