Camila-La-La-La
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
It's been four years since I've been
Knockin' on your door like
I remember that day like it was yesterday
2016 August the 9th
I had just got back from getting a fresh tat
And I called up my mans like "Where you at?
I'm in your hood ahk, so what's good ahk?"
"Come through, we partying on the rooftop"
But when I walked in everything it just stopped
Except my heart, that nigga was screming non-stop
At the top of his little bitty heart lungs
He broke outta my chest and went on the run
I felt numb like an epidural
He said "I wouldn't do you like that for just any ol' girl
You my broham like Toe Jam and Earl
But I'ma be hers til the end of the world"
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
It's been three years since I saw those eyes
So dark but sparkling at the same time
For a thousand days I've been counting the ways
I could say: goddamn girl, you fuckin' fine!
Forget traffic, your body could stop a motherfucking war
First time I held you, we barely made it through the door
Epiphany, now I see what people need religion for
I found God on that concrete kitchen floor
I got a bad case of not seeing your face
And I'm feeling impatient as fuck
To get you wet as a lake by stripping you naked
To dress you up in my love
I love you for free
I'm attaching no strings
So keep doing you
I'ma always do me
I don't wanna own your body but
I do wanna do you continuously
Dreaming about eating you ou--
I mean taking you out to eat lunch
Soy lo que soy and I just love you soy much
Sin o contigo yo sigo amándote como ninguno
Yo siempre te amaré hasta el fin del mundo
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
On those warm summer days
Indoors, eating that summer cake
The way you taste like home
It's the bomb, the bomb and there ain't nothing better
I'm Coyote singing to the Moon
And She won't like the way I croon
But it hit me like a Kamehameha
Now I'm singing that Camila-la-la
Haha!
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
It's been four years since I've been
Knockin' on your door like
I remember that day like it was yesterday
2016 August the 9th
I had just got back from getting a fresh tat
And I called up my mans like "Where you at?
I'm in your hood ahk, so what's good ahk?"
"Come through, we partying on the rooftop"
But when I walked in everything it just stopped
Except my heart, that nigga was screming non-stop
At the top of his little bitty heart lungs
He broke outta my chest and went on the run
I felt numb like an epidural
He said "I wouldn't do you like that for just any ol' girl
You my broham like Toe Jam and Earl
But I'ma be hers til the end of the world"
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
It's been three years since I saw those eyes
So dark but sparkling at the same time
For a thousand days I've been counting the ways
I could say: goddamn girl, you fuckin' fine!
Forget traffic, your body could stop a motherfucking war
First time I held you, we barely made it through the door
Epiphany, now I see what people need religion for
I found God on that concrete kitchen floor
I got a bad case of not seeing your face
And I'm feeling impatient as fuck
To get you wet as a lake by stripping you naked
To dress you up in my love
I love you for free
I'm attaching no strings
So keep doing you
I'ma always do me
I don't wanna own your body but
I do wanna do you continuously
Dreaming about eating you ou--
I mean taking you out to eat lunch
Soy lo que soy and I just love you soy much
Sin o contigo yo sigo amándote como ninguno
Yo siempre te amaré hasta el fin del mundo
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
On those warm summer days
Indoors, eating that summer cake
The way you taste like home
It's the bomb, the bomb and there ain't nothing better
I'm Coyote singing to the Moon
And She won't like the way I croon
But it hit me like a Kamehameha
Now I'm singing that Camila-la-la
Haha!
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Camila-la-la-la
Camila
Credits
Writer(s): Benton Stephens
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