Fuchsia

[Intro: 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 [Chorus: Haasan Barclay] 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) [Post-Chorus 1: 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 [Verse 1: 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 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 [Verse 2: Kota The Friend] 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 [Chorus: Haasan Barclay] 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)