Best Friend

Spencer Barnett

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    Leftover bottles on the bedroom floor
    Tired of being tired wanna feel no more
    I see my reflection wishing he was a stranger
    Murder ain't the case but still I'm facing the court
    So we stay flying when the sun goes down
    We get lost hoping we don't get found
    No more biding time my time is so precious
    Busting out trying to find a new perspective
    I'm my own worst enemy
    I'm my own best friend
    One day imma be the death of me
    'Til then imma ride 'til the end
    Imma get my head shaved
    Imma get some new threads
    Imma flex on your girl
    She'll be calling me next me next
    Out here going numb
    Fucked up I ain't drunk
    Burning out for fun
    No one dying young
    Damn I'm sick of love
    Always shining bright
    Keep my image tight
    See u looking up
    I'm my own worst enemy
    I'm my own best friend
    One day imma be the death of me
    'Til then imma ride 'til the end

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    Composition: Jackson Morgan, Jon Hoskins, Henry Flint, George Flint, Spencer barnett, and Cameron Bloomfield

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