Best Friend

Yelawolf

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Intro
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Verse
Am                  G                       Em 
  Ain't never been much of the church type  

      Em                       Em 
But I believe in the last days  

               G7                      Em 
I walk through Hell almost every night  

      Em                     Em 
But I believe it's a pathway  

             C                        Em 
Say boy what you doin' with your life  

           Em                   Em 
With those tattoos on your face  

            Em                             Em 
Say boy you know that you'll pay the price  

                  Em              G        Am 
Well I guess I'll see when I head that way  


Chorus
G        F              Em 
 To the Father Son and Holy Spirit 

  Em 
I hold You nearest 

   E7 
My best friend 

Am      G F                  C 
Let the  trumpets blow with Your appearance 

      Em             Am 
I can almost hear it  

   Am 
My best friend 

G                             Em 
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 

Em 
Behold these lyrics 

        Am 
I got a best friend 

     G F       C                       Em A7 
Yeah  I got a best friend best friend   yeah 


Verse
Am A7              G                      Em 
    I don't know much about Holy Bibles  

           Em                   Am Em 
But I grew up in the Bible Belt    

         Em                       Em 
I put my love for a woman on idle  

              Em                       Am Em 
Because I got beat with my mama's belt    

      C               G 
But I learned from my mistakes 

Em                             A7        Em        Am 
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in 

           C 
But if you spit on my fucking grave 

Em7                              Em 
And wish me Hell then I wish you well 

              Am 
I'ma send you straight up to my best friend 


Chorus
G        F              E7 
 To the Father Son and Holy Spirit 

  Em 
I hold You nearest 

   Am          G 
My best friend  

        F                  C 
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance 

      Em             Am 
I can almost hear it  

   Am 
My best friend 

G                F            E7 
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 

E7 
Behold these lyrics 

        Am          G 
I got a best friend  

F            C                            C 
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah  


Verse
Am 
God please could you arm me with the armor 

   Am 
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi 

           Am 
Could have gone the other way many times 

                  Em 
Could have turned Dalai with the lama 

               Am 
But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent 

Am 
Recently but don't jinx it it's like Clint Eastwood 

                                         Em 
Looking for peace though maybe not finna enter 


The priesthood but at least should 

     Am 
Make an attempt to show some remorse 

               Am 
And to be some sort of a repenter 

                                  C 
For the people I've been a menace to 

      E7 
Not a preacher but a shit starter and finisher 

                         Am 
Into the mind of a thick skin but a short temper 

                 C 
This patience of mine is thinner 

              E7 
Than twine is when I 

             Em 
Get attacked so I might say something back that might offend you 

                Am 
So if you don't like when I rap or 

                   Em 
What I have to say on the mic then you 

G                    Em 
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks 

                               Em 
And take a fuckin' hike when I snap 'cause I'm a sinner 

Am             Em 
Plus balls and intestines 

               G      Em 
And they never  been yes men 


They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up 

    Em 
The minute I'm ever giving it less than 

             Am 
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming 

       G 
'cause failure's something I can barely stomach 

           Em 
And I only listen to my gut 

                            Em 
So unless you're my fuckin' belly button 


Don't tell me nothin' 

          Am 
You ain't my 


Chorus
Em      G 
Who you think I'm talking 'bout 

Em7                  Em 
Lifts me up when I'm down and out 

      Em 
Still look to Him without a doubt 

                     Am 
Still got a Shout it out 

G                         F 
Like there's never been a louder mouth 

Em 
Should have never been allowed a mouth 

    Em                                   Am 
Now that I got a higher power now when I blackout power outage 

     G                  F 
They powerless but they crowd around 

     C 
They tend to flock like shepherds the black sheep 

Em 
But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard 


When I'm counted out 

G      F 
You be DOA they'll announce 

    Em 
But pronounce you dead when they sound it out 

   Em 
So prepare for a rival 

                Am 
Your arch enemy surrounds you now he's all around you 


Verse
G                       F 
Not even the doctors at the hospital 

          C 
Are gonna shiggyshock you back to life 

                     C 
It's inpiggypossible to revive you 

       Am 
That's word to the diggy doc 

Am 
Stiggystopping is not an option 

                  Am 
Something I'm not gonna do 

                                  F 
I'm the Iggy Pop of hiphop when I walk in the booth 

                               F 
Dawg I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with twoPac in the suit 

           C 
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce 

                        C 
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script 


Cock and I shoot 

C                  Bm 
Who you think's my glock that I use 

       Bm                                            G 
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters 

                                              G 
And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up 


Chorus
                                     Am      G 
Sending you hoes straight up to deal with my  

       F              Em 
To the Father Son and Holy Spirit 

  Em 
I hold You nearest 

   Am          G 
My best friend  

        F                  C 
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance 

      Em             Am 
I can almost hear it  

   Am 
My best friend 

     G           F            G        E7 
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 

E7 
Behold these lyrics 

        Am          G 
I got a best friend  

F            C                       C Am 
Yeah I got a best friend best friend  yeah 


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