Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuchsia, artist - KharyDate of issue: 24.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuchsia |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| I didn’t believe you, when you told me |
| That you loved me, thought we both lied |
| Now when I see you, fuchsia nose-bleeds |
| In the rubble, in the fault-lines |
| Didn’t believe you, when you told me (Me) |
| That you loved me (Me), thought we both lied |
| Now when I see you, fuchsia nose-bleeds |
| In the rubble, guess the fault’s mine (Didn't believe you) |
| Bolt lock on your brand-new house |
| Might knock, but it makes no sound |
| Lights on, so I came here looking for you |
| For you, oh, yeah |
| Bolt lock on your brand-new house |
| Might knock, but it makes no sound |
| Lights on, so I came here looking for you |
| For you, oh, yeah |
| Thought you were lying when you loved me |
| Things I took for granted in this awkward game of Rugby |
| Playing Chutes and Ladders, way too serious and ugly, when it should just be |
| kids game |
| Living in a constant state of disdain |
| We used plot on Brisbane, maybe go Paris, meet your parents |
| Too embarrassed to admit it was the real thing |
| I envy all friends who think they found the one for them |
| And love blindly just to die inside and do it all again |
| I re-followed you on Instagram, damn, you looking good, dyed your hair blonde |
| Much shorter than I remember, but it’s been a few Decembers since we broke up |
| And every girl sense has been equivalent to cold cuts |
| Self-sabotaging, 'bout to go nuts |
| Just in case you’re wondering, I’ve been on the road doing shows |
| Last night, was in your city and I almost hit your phone |
| I’m an idol to these kids, you would be proud of me in that sense |
| But you deserve to be here, wish I had sense |
| Ayy, love, I heard that you happy with some nigga, what’s his name? |
| Uh |
| I do not remember, shit just really ain’t the same, fuck |
| I thought that success would make me feel like I’m okay, but |
| The truth is, I’m a whole mess |
| Juice and vodka, oh yes, give your mama my best, stacking dollars, no flex |
| I’ve been hiding out west, out of town 'cause shit be painful at home |
| Memories on them roads, still find your hairs in my room |
| Got your perfume in my nose, on paper, I’m doing good |
| Hop out of bed, hop in the whip |
| Get to the bread, hop on a plane, give 'em the slip |
| You was with me on the low, yeah, catching the bus in the cold yeah |
| Smiling all over the phone, yeah, it wasn’t only for show, nah |
| It was real love, real love, yeah, real one, real one, yeah |
| 4 train, 4 train, uh, young nigga fucked up now |
| Could’ve been a good thing, huh, kids, house and the whole nine |
| Prospect Park of a Saturday |
| I didn’t believe you, when you told me |
| That you loved me, thought we both lied |
| Now when I see you, fuchsia nose-bleeds |
| In the rubble, in the fault-lines |
| Didn’t believe you, when you told me (Me) |
| That you loved me (Me), thought we both lied |
| Now when I see you, fuchsia nose-bleeds |
| In the rubble, guess the fault’s mine (Didn't believe you) |