Two cold Pacificos, bottles sweating in our hands, Laughter mixing with the strum of guitars, Corridos carrying stories through the air, Of loyalty, of struggle, of nights just like this. Best friends side by side, No need for fancy words, The music speaks, the beer speaks, And silence feels just as alive. Under the rhythm, under the buzz, We’re not just drinking — we’re remembering, We’re living, we’re promising, That nights like these will never fade. #Cheers #BestFriends