I used to but not anymore. Your taste changes, you changes, and what you want changes, depending on where you are, what you are doing and what is going on right now.
Sometimes the "perfect" music track can play in a situation or when you are in a certain mood, but it is by no means your favorite.
Also, I never want to give myself away to fanatically "BEST THING EVAR" something. Everything is just carbons... Carbons I don't even understand how stick together.
If I had a fork small enough to pick apart the individual electrons that hold me together, I could eat myself. But there is this invisible glue to everything.
Why ask me about my favorite color when that fucking doesn't exist. It's just some shitty spectrum tricking your eyes. You can't even see wi-fi beta waves. And I have a AC router with tri-band. FUCK EVERYTHING.
And the worst people? People who ask you who your best friend is. What the hell kind of question is that. That is like asking what your favorite tomato soap you ever ate was. Your best friend is only the best friend within a certain context.
All human beings are selfish, and we like other people when they make us feel a certain way and have a distance from ourselves and allow us to maintain a certain image of who and what they are.
"ohh. there is my friend jerry. he likes turtles and the color purple". < That is the description of a human being. But if you act all like "JERRY IS BEST FRIEND 4EVAR" then you're down a psychotic spiral, because Jerry can't maintain that pressure. Live with Jerry, have sex with jerry, work with jerry, go into business with Jerry, and you will see how your view of Jerry changes.
That's the thing. You are just a organic clusterfuck of random facts, information and habits. You don't understand anything because you're living inside a membrane and controlling it through a pastry slob sorta hairy primate version of mini kaiju.
There is no best, because best is not a thing. And how the fuck is pitbull famous? I HATE PITBULL. He is one of only two musicians I genuinely dislike.
Tl;DR - There is something psychotic about labeling things as best, most, favorite. Arbitrary constructs to make sense of something because you couldn't possible comprehend the scale of the universe. The attempt to quantify and list shit in order of how much you like it makes as much sense as trying to bleach your teeth with cheetos.