Khary feat. Haasan Barclay & Kota the Friend - Fuchsia paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Fuchsia - Haasan Barclay , Khary , 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



Writer(s): Khary Durgans, Christopher Hb Rogers, Avery Marcel Joshua Jones, Latrell Jaimz Boyd


Khary feat. Haasan Barclay & Kota the Friend - Fuchsia
Album Fuchsia
date de sortie
23-08-2019



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