آهنگهای Camila Cabello

[Intro]Buta-yeah-yeahButa-yeah-yeahButa-yeah-yeah [Verse 1]Seeing visions on the ceilingDrunken kisses, heavy breathingYou’re up against the wallShe’s unbuttoning your jeans and you tell her that you want it allShe loves you all night, makes you breakfastNot just sex, ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]You’re comin’ over, I started takin’Breaths ’cause I was too anxiousToo much to take in, years in the makin’, no, ohNo melatonin, no meditationCan ease my anticipationNo drink I’m making’s helpin’ the waitin’, no, ادامه مطلب

Don’t speak, no, don’t tryIt’s been a secret for the longest timeDon’t run (oh), no, don’t hideBeen running from it for the longest timeSo many mornings, I woke up confusedIn my dreams, I do anything ادامه مطلب

I love it when you call me señoritaI wish I could pretend I didn’t need yaBut every touch is ooh, la-la-laIt’s true, la-la-laOoh, I should be runningOoh, you keep me coming for yaLand in MiamiThe ادامه مطلب

… Cold, ’cause she has been here beforeShe doesn’t cry anymore, no looking backNo, she doesn’t go to the barToo many lovers she scarredAnd they want her back… She loves control, she wants it her ادامه مطلب

Something must’ve gone wrong in my brainGot your chemicals all in my veinsFeeling all the highs, feeling all the painLet go on the wheel, it’s the bullet laneNow I’m seeing red, not thinking straightBlurring all ادامه مطلب

Here I go againI’m imagining a world outside, unlike the one I’m inDaydreaming again of when I’ll get a chanceThere’s a world that understandsBut you don’t hear the whispers in the room you’re walking inDaydreaming ادامه مطلب

I don’t care, if you’re hereOr, if you’re not aloneI don’t care, it’s been too longIt’s kinda like we didn’t happenThe way that your lips moveThe way you whisper slowI don’t care, it’s good as ادامه مطلب

I woke up happy by accidentI forgot you were gone againAnd all the words you typed out I read, uh-uhBut I’m alone on my sofa bed, uh-uhMy skin’s so soft todayBut you’re so far awayAnd ادامه مطلب

Ooh, I’m not a psychicBut I see myself all over you (ooh)Ah-ooh, I’m sick on you, sick on youBut you’re the medicine too (ooh, yeah)The gravity can’t hold usYour hands are outer spaceI can’t make ادامه مطلب