Chula (part. J Abecia)

A glance says it all
The more I look at you, the more I fall
Don't be scared, I’ll take care of you
You’re my treasure

I want you to be my cutie and I’ll be your dude
Girl, I know you’re pure, that’s why I want you
I’m hooked on your vibe, come on, call me
Don’t play hard to get, 'cause you’re meant for me

A cutie like you is what I want
You don’t want it 'cause you live your own way
You want a star, I’ll give you the sky
Came by at night, waiting for a sign

Strolling at night, listening to Full Moon
Thinking you’re writing to me, but it’s just my gloom
Thinking you’re calling me, but it’s just desire
I see that nothing fills me up anymore

She’s wise, brown eyes like winter, Germany
I have her by my side, and I’m feeling crafty
If I stop the car, the windows get foggy
Italy has that skin tone that looks Italian
I get squinty if I smoke the weed
She gets mad at me if I check out other girls

What’s it gonna be? If you leave my whole life, I know nothing will come back
Looking for ways out of all the torment that life throws at me
I’ve had all these problems since I was a minor
With you, everything fades away

I want you to be my cutie and I’ll be your dude
Girl, I know you’re pure, that’s why I want you
I’m hooked on your vibe, come on, call me
Don’t play hard to get, 'cause you’re meant for me

I don’t know why I think so much about you if I’ve only seen you once
Maybe it’s everything you have, I’ve never seen it
Hey, don’t go too far from here, give me back my will to live
'Cause I want to give you what I’ve never given anyone

You’re my gypsy, my dark-haired girl
I don’t want just anyone, only you fill me up
Let’s dance with the Full Moon
You’re my gypsy, my dark-haired girl
I don’t want just anyone, only you fill me up
Let’s dance with the Moon

I want you to be my cutie and I’ll be your dude
Girl, I know you’re pure, that’s why I want you
I’m hooked on your vibe, come on, call me
Don’t play hard to get, 'cause you’re meant for me

And I want you to be my cutie and I’ll be your dude
Girl, I know you’re pure, that’s why I want you
And I lose nights of coverage looking for cash
Cold nights in Algeciras looking for dough