Chords for Yelawolf ft. Eminem - Best Friend [HQ & Lyrics]

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Ain't [G] never been much of the church [Em] type, but I believe in the last [A] days.
I walk through hell almost every [Em] night, but I believe it's a bad way.
Say boy what you do in future life, with those tattoos on your [A] face.
Say [G] boy you know that you're paid a [Em] price, well I guess I'll see when I hit [A] weight.
_ To the Father, [Em] Son, and Holy Spirit, I hold you nearest.
[A] Best friends, best friends.
Let the trumpets [C] blow with your appearance, [Em] and all those hear it.
[A] Best friends, best friends.
Wish me hell [Em] upon my soul and spirit, behold these lyrics.
I [A] got a best friend, best friend.
Yeah, I [C] got a best friend, best friend.
[E] Yeah.
I [G] don't know much of the Holy [Em] Bible, but I grew up in the Bible.
[E] I put my love over warning [Em] on idol, cause I got beat with my momma's [E] belt.
[Em] What I learned from my [Em] mistakes, try hard to respect people for what they believing [E] in.
But [A] if you spit on my fucking [Em] grave, then wish me hell and I wish you well.
I'ma sing you straight up [A] to my best friend.
To the Father, [Em] Son, and Holy Spirit, I hold you nearest.
[A] Best friends, [G] best friends.
Let the trumpets [C] blow with your appearance, [Em] and all those hear it.
[Am] Best friends, [G] best friends.
Wish me hell [Em] upon my soul and spirit, behold these lyrics.
I [A] got a best friend, best friend.
Yeah, I [C] got a best friend, best [Em] friend.
[Am] Yeah.
God please would you arm me with the arm of the car meet [G] when there's drama.
Gandhi coulda Gandhi, other way many [E] times coulda turned.
I leave with the lawn mower, [Am] squash my feet.
Some things seem to be looking decent recently, but don't jinx it.
[G] It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace, though [E] maybe not from the inner.
The priesthood, but at [Am] least should make an attempt to show some remorse.
And the beast, I'm sort of repenting for the people.
[E] I've been a minister, not a preacher, but a shit-staller and finisher.
I'm in the [Am] mind of a thick-skinned, but a short-tipper.
[C] This patience of mine is thinner than [E] twine is when I get attacked.
So I might say something back that might offend you.
So if you don't like when I rap, or I [G] have to say it on the mic,
then you might want [Em] to act just like quarterbacks and take a fucking hike when I snap.
Cause I'm a sinner, and [Am] I've got a best friend.
My [Em] balls and intestines, and [Em] they never been yes-men.
They gon' tell me when I'm fucking up the minute, I'm never giving it less.
[F#] Then I'm about to vomit, and I can feel it [G] coming.
Cause failure's something I can barely [Em] stomach.
And I only listen to my gut, so unless you're my fucking belly button, don't tell me [A] nothing.
You ain't my best friend.
[G] Who you think I'm talking [Em] bout?
Mess me up when I'm towning out.
Still up to him without a doubt.
[A] Still gotta piss me.
Sound it out, like there's never been a louder [Em] mouth.
Should've never been a louder mouth.
Now that I got a higher power, [A] now when I black out, power out.
It's loud.
They powerless, but they crowd [C] around.
They tend to flock like shepherds [Em] to black sheep.
But I'll be the worst thing these [Am] motherfuckers ever heard.
When I'm counting [G] out, you be DOA.
[Em] They'll announce or pronounce you dead when they sound it out.
So prepare for a ride when your arch [Am] enemy surrounds you now.
He's all around [G] you.
Not even the doctors at the [C] hospital are gonna shiggy shock you.
Back to life, just as picky possible to [Am] revive you.
That's art to the diggy dot, sticky stop.
And it's not a option, something I'm not gonna do.
I'm the Iggy Pop, [F] hip-hop when I walk in the booth.
Dog on the [Dm] truth, like Biggie Rockin' with Tupac.
That's [C] soup talking to proof.
Dropping a deuce, fill up a syllable clip like a refillable strip clock.
[G] And I shook.
You know you think it's my clock that I use that I pull from to get my strength up against these haters.
And they'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up, sitting you whole straight [A] up to deal with my best friend.
So goodbye [Em] the sun and holy spirit.
I hold you nearest.
[A] My best friend.
Let the charm [C] explode with your appearance.
You [A] almost hear it.
My best friend.
[G] You wish me hell [Em] upon my soul and spirit.
The holy spirit.
[Am] I got a best friend.
Yeah, [C] I got a best friend.
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