Best Friend Ayesha Erotica

[Verse 1]
(Yeah) Arms locked in our matching Juicy tracksuits
Used your lip gloss, I don't even got to ask you
Still young, we've got years to keep on bein' a mess (Ah)
You're the best, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Strippin' at the bus station
Talkin' 'bout our aspirations
How the hell are we getting home now?
We only got cocaine and kandi 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

[Chorus]
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend
My best friend

[Verse 2]
High tops, dancin' crazy on the concrete
And if you're drivin', then you know I'm always front seat
Ice cream and tequila, always makin' a mess
You're the best, oh