Songtext Baby pink Camila Cabello

Baby pink

I like the way you texting me
I like the things you say to me
I hate the way the chemistry's
So good, it gets the best of me
Mm

The boy is becoming a man
The skeptic's becoming 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
Boy
Pull my hair just like before
You know I like love and war
Boy
See my letter at your door
Signed it, "C, XOXO,"
Boy
Motherfucker, you're mine forever

And the mini's baby pink
We got too wild and broke the sink
My neck iced out like a rink
Gems are baby pink
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
Teasing 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 "Shorty"
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
Boy
Motherfucker, you're mine forever

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

Daydreaming '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 them, "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 getting rich, then a nigga got rich
Then I went back to my mom house said, "Look what I did"
"Look what I did"
I need pink diamonds on my wrist
On my wrist
Need some Rick Owens for the fit
Need a gold plaque on the wall (The wall)
And a bad bitch to top it off
Thought we had it all, now I'm moving on
Found a new broad, let down my guard
They're 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 Louie V, then I buy it all
I think I might rock the Prada for the fall
Bottega boots make me feel tall
Yeah

How long do I got until you fall and then you call again?
Text me broken hearts, I think you falling 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, and you got it, if you want it, then I got it
Yeah, got it, want it, I got it
No limit up on my pockets
My pockets
I spend it 'cause I got it
Spend it, I got it

And I'm 'bout it, and you got it, if you want it, then I got it
Yeah, got it, want it, I got it
No limit up on my pockets
My pockets
I spend it 'cause I got it, I got it, yeah
Spend it, I got it