Bestfriend
Arms locked in our matching juicy tracksuits
I used your lip gloss, I don't even gotta ask you
Still young, we've got years to keep on being a mess
You're the best
Stripping at the bus station
Talking 'bout our aspirations
How the hell are we getting home now?
We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets
Used to be so innocent, but now we're hot like cinnamon
We're born to sin, yeah, you and me
Yeah, we're what others dream to be
My best friend
I used your lip gloss, I don't even gotta ask you
Still young, we've got years to keep on being a mess
You're the best
Stripping at the bus station
Talking 'bout our aspirations
How the hell are we getting home now?
We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets
Used to be so innocent, but now we're hot like cinnamon
We're born to sin, yeah, you and me
Yeah, we're what others dream to be
My best friend
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Writer(s): Ayesha Smith
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