Yelawolf - Best Friend - аккорды

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[Verse I]
Am                 C                       Em
  Ain't never been much of the church type

But I believe in the last days
Am               C                        Em
  I walk through Hell almost every night

But I believe it's a pathway
Am              C                         Em
  Say boy, what you doin' with your life

With those tattoos on your face?
Am             C                               Em
  Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price

Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way

[Chorus]
Am  G  F                      Em
       To the father, son and holy spirit

I hold you nearest
   Am                      G
My best friend, best friend
    F                      C
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
      Em
I can almost hear it
   Am                      G
My best friend, best friend
                 F            Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics
        Am                      G
I got a best friend, best friend
F             C                       Em
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

[Verse II]
Am             C                       Em
  I don't know much about Holy Bibles

But I grew up in the Bible Belt
Am         C                         Em
  I put my love for a woman on idle

Because I got beat with my mama's belt
Am      C                        Em
  But I learned from my mistakes

Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
Am            C
  But if you spit on my fucking grave
Em
 And wish me Hell then I wish you well

I'mma send you straight up to my best friend

[Chorus]
Am  G  F                      Em
       To the father, son and holy spirit

I hold you nearest
   Am                      G
My best friend, best friend
    F                      C
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
      Em
I can almost hear it
   Am                      G
My best friend, best friend
                 F            Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics
        Am                      G
I got a best friend, best friend
F             C                       Em
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah


[Verse III]
Am
God, please could you arm me with the armor
   C
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
           Em
Could have gone the other way many times

Could have turned Dalai with the lama
                 Am
But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent
C
Recently, but don't jinx it
                Em
It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though

Maybe not finna enter

The priesthood, but at least should
         Am
Make an attempt to show some remorse
                           C
And to be some sort of a repenter
                                    Em
For the people I've been a menace to

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
                    Em
Than twine is when I get attacked

So I might say something back that might offend you
                Am
So if you don't like when I rap
                      C
Or what I have to say on the mic then you
                     Em
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks

And take a fuckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
         Am
(I got a best friend, best friend)
                 C
Plus balls and intestines
                    Em
And they never been yes men

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

The minute I'm ever giving it less than
             Am
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming
                C
Cause failure's something I can barely stomach
           Em
And I only listen to my gut

So unless you're my fuckin' belly button

Don't tell me nothin'
              Am                      C
You ain't my (best friend, best friend)

Who you think I'm talking 'bout?
Em
Lifts me up when I'm down and out

Still look to him without a doubt
             Am                      C   Em
Still got a (best friend, best friend)

[Chorus]
Am  G  F                      Em
       To the father, son and holy spirit

I hold you nearest
   Am                      G
My best friend, best friend
    F                      C
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
      Em
I can almost hear it
   Am                      G
My best friend, best friend
                 F            Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics
        Am                      G
I got a best friend, best friend
F             C                       Em
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah