Correction Paroles Fuchsia par 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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