Treasure Island

Whitney Scott

(9-5-90 / Thomasville, Ga (raised in Boston Ga for most of my life and partly in California))

Best Friend


If I were your best friend, I'd be by your side
If I were your best friend, I'd ride with you until the day I die
They say we're more than friends
No matter what, our love isn't pretend,

We done rode with each other since we was 4 feet high
We done got through the drama all through Junior High
Everytime I needed someone, you always had my back
Through Joaquin, through Rashad, you never cut me slack
And that's why you'll always be my best friend

If I were yoir best friend, I'd be by your side
If I were your best friend, I'd ride with you untilt the day I die
They say we're more than friends
No matter what, our love isn't pretend

Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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