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Fuchsia
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Khary
Featuring(s) : Haasan Barclay & Kota The Friend
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[Haasan Barclay] 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) [Haasan Barclay] 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 [Khary] 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 that shit just be a kids game Livin' in a constant state of disdain We used to plot on Brisbane Maybe go to Paris, meet your parents Too embarrassed to admit It was the real thing I envy all my friends Who think they found the one for them And love blindly Just to die inside, and do it all again I be follow you on Instagram Damn, you lookin' good, got your hair blonde My shorty did not remember But it's been a few Decembers Since we broke up And every girl since has been equivalent to cold cuts Self-sabotaging 'Bout to go nuts Just in case you're wondering I've been on a roll, doin' shows Last night, was in your city And I almost hit your phone I'm a idol to these kids You will be proud of me in that sense But you deserve to be here Which I have, since [Kota The Friend] 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, for 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 Stackin' dollars, no flex I be hidin' out west Outta 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 them the slips 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 Full train, full train, uhh Young nigga f*cked up now Could've been a good thing, huh Kids, house and the whole nine Prospect Park on 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)
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