Lyrics Fuchsia - Khary, KOTA The Friend, Haasan Barclay

Fuchsia

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Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
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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)