baby pink - Camila Cabello ft. Eem Triplin

I think that is fine, it all looks like
I can't sleep
God wreck the man, all of 'em kingsized
Starin' at me
I can't keep up

I like the way you textin' me
I like the things you say to me, uh
I hate the way the chemistry's
So good it gets the best of me, mm
The boy is becomin' a man
The skeptic's becomin' a fan
More complicated than I planned
I know I can misunderstand you

Let some of that baggage go 'cause I couldn't let you go, ooh
Pull my hair just like before, you know I like love and war, ooh
See my letter at your door, signed it "C, XOXO," ooh
Motherfucker, you're mine forever

And the mini's baby pink (Yeah)
We got too wild and broke the sink
My neck iced out like a rink
Gems are baby pink (Yeah)
Yummy, my lips taste like my drink
You know you folding for me is my kink (Yeah)

I dress to kill, I just got a new army
Jacquemus purse, and the shoes are Versace
Teasin' my ex is my favorite hobby
Went a little too far, I'm sorry
Latin boys calling me "amor" and "mami"
Americans calling me "baby" and "shawty"
After the gym, I go get calamari
Get in the Tessie and head to the party (Party)

Let some of that baggage go 'cause I couldn't let you go, ooh
Motherfucker, you're mine forever

And the mini's baby pink (Yeah)
We got too wild and broke the sink (Oh)
My neck iced out like a rink
Gems are baby pink (Yeah)
Got me, my lips taste like my drink
You know you folding for me is my kink
And the mini's baby pink
We got too wild and broke the sink
My neck iced out like a rink (Iced out like a—)
Gems are baby pink (Uh)
Got me, my lips taste like my drink
You know you folding for me is my kink (Yeah)

Daydreamin' 'bout you ('Bout you)
Do you ever think about me? ('Bout me?)
When you hear them play my songs
Do you sing along and tell 'em, "This about me"? (Yeah, yeah)
All the fake shit I see (I see)
I thought you was down for the G (Yeah, yeah)
Would've died for you like Keem
Save my tears for the Visine, you know what I mean
Had dreams 'bout gettin' rich
Then a nigga got rich (And a nigga iced out)
Then I went back to my mom's house
Said, "Look what I did" (Look what I did, yeah)
I need pink diamonds on my wrist (On my wrist)
Need some Rick Owens for the fit (Yeah)
Need a gold plaque on the wall (On the wall)
And a bad bitch to top it off
Thought we had it all, now I'm movin' on
Found a new broad, let down my guard
But they all the same
You ain't no different from my old ho, knock it off
Money heal the pain, I'ma shop it off
Walk in Louis V, then I buy it all
I think I might rock the Prada for the fall
Bottega boots make me feel tall (Yeah, yeah)
How long do I got until you fall and then you call again?
Text me broken hearts, I think you fallin' off our love again
Gave all the trust I got up in my heart for you, I promise
And if you say that you with it, then I'm 'bout it (Yeah)

And I'm 'bout it (Yeah, yeah), you got it (Got it)
If you want it (Want it), then I got it (I got it)
No limit up on my pockets (My pockets)
I spend it (Spend it), 'cause I got it (I got it)
And I'm 'bout it (Yeah, yeah), you got it (Got it)
If you want it (Want it), then I got it (I got it)
No limit up on my pockets (My pockets)
I spend it (Spend it), 'cause I got it (I got it)
I got it, yeah

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Oh
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