Better Kind Of Best Friend
I can see her in my dreams and I see her in my bed
She's the goddamn vision that's ringing in my head
With her mouth hanging open under my chest
And I'm waiting, patient
We could be good together
Candy and sex and leather
Lemme release the pressure
Thinking I found my treasure
She tastes like heaven, and she knows it
Loves me and she shows it
Fucks me and reloads it
I'm eager, just wanna please ya
She got me praying like
Damn, I could be a better kind of best friend
With my hand down her waistband
Baby, I'm a fan
I don't die for my women anymore
She got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Swear to be true
I don't die for my women anymore
No, I kill for 'em
Bourbon on her lips giving me an addiction
Throwing me, showing me what I been missing
Laying me back, going down in the kitchen
Don't need to ask (oh), you got my permission
Lord knows we tried
Can't stay away from each other
Don't have the power
You know I'm a sucker
Watch as I swallow my pride
Along with you tonight
She tastes like heaven and she knows it
Loves me and she shows it
Grinning up at her like
Damn, I could be a better kind of best friend
With my hand down her waistband
Baby, I'm a fan
I don't die for my women anymore
She got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Swear to be true
I don't die for my women anymore
No, I kill for 'em
Sweet like cinnamon
And I wanna make this intimate
Belladonna, looks so innocent
I'm a goner, with her eyes rolled back
It's electric
Got my finger (my fingers) on her trigger (trigger)
They come and go, but my baby lingers (oh)
I don't die for my women anymore (oh)
Goddamn
I could be a better kind of best friend
With my hand down her waistband
Baby, I'm a fan
I don't die for my women anymore
She got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Swear to be true
I don't die for my women anymore
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em (baby, I'm a better kind of, best friend)
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
Kill for 'em
So good
I kill for 'em
So good, so, so good
Good, so, so good
So, so good, so, so
She's the goddamn vision that's ringing in my head
With her mouth hanging open under my chest
And I'm waiting, patient
We could be good together
Candy and sex and leather
Lemme release the pressure
Thinking I found my treasure
She tastes like heaven, and she knows it
Loves me and she shows it
Fucks me and reloads it
I'm eager, just wanna please ya
She got me praying like
Damn, I could be a better kind of best friend
With my hand down her waistband
Baby, I'm a fan
I don't die for my women anymore
She got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Swear to be true
I don't die for my women anymore
No, I kill for 'em
Bourbon on her lips giving me an addiction
Throwing me, showing me what I been missing
Laying me back, going down in the kitchen
Don't need to ask (oh), you got my permission
Lord knows we tried
Can't stay away from each other
Don't have the power
You know I'm a sucker
Watch as I swallow my pride
Along with you tonight
She tastes like heaven and she knows it
Loves me and she shows it
Grinning up at her like
Damn, I could be a better kind of best friend
With my hand down her waistband
Baby, I'm a fan
I don't die for my women anymore
She got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Swear to be true
I don't die for my women anymore
No, I kill for 'em
Sweet like cinnamon
And I wanna make this intimate
Belladonna, looks so innocent
I'm a goner, with her eyes rolled back
It's electric
Got my finger (my fingers) on her trigger (trigger)
They come and go, but my baby lingers (oh)
I don't die for my women anymore (oh)
Goddamn
I could be a better kind of best friend
With my hand down her waistband
Baby, I'm a fan
I don't die for my women anymore
She got me singing like ooh
I'll do anything to have you
In and out of the bedroom
Swear to be true
I don't die for my women anymore
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em (baby, I'm a better kind of, best friend)
I kill for 'em
I kill for 'em
Kill for 'em
So good
I kill for 'em
So good, so, so good
Good, so, so good
So, so good, so, so
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Stephenson, Xana Morris
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