Fuchsia (feat. Kota the Friend)

Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh Ah, ah, ahhh I didn't believe you, when you told me That you loved me, thought we both lied Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds In the rubble, in the fault lines Didn't believe you, when you told me That you loved me, thought we both lied Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds In the rubble Guess the faults mine Bolt lock on your brand new house Might knock but it makes no sound Lights on so I came here looking for you Bolt lock on your brand new house Might knock but it makes no sound Lights on so I came here looking for you Thought you were lying when you loved me Things I took for granted in this awkward game of Rugby Playing shoots and ladders way to serious and ugly When it should just be kids game Living in a constant state disdain We used plot on Brisbane Maybe go Paris, meet your parents To embarrassed to admit it was the real thing I envy all friends who think they found the one for them And love blindy just to die inside and do it all again I refollowed you 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, um I do not remember shit just really aint the same, fuck I that success would make me feel like I'm ok but The truth is I'm a whole mess Juice and vodka oh yes Give your momma my best Stacking dollars no flex I've been hiding out west Out of town cuz 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 ugh 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, fuschia nosebleeds In the rubble, in the fault lines Didn't believe you, when you told me That you loved me, thought we both lied Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds In the rubble Guess the faults mine Didn't believe you