KOTA The Friend, Khary, Haasan Barclay - Fuchsia lyrics

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

Aye, 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)