Best Friend(Chords)

	        Am                   C 
   ain't never been much of the church type 
Em 
   but I believe in the last days 
Am                 C 
   I walk through Hell almost every night 
Em 
   but I believe it's a pathway 
Am                   C 
   Say boy what you doin' with your life 
Em 
   With those tattoos on your face 
Am               C 
   Say boy you know that you'll pay the price 
Em 
   Well I guess I'll see when I head that way 


Am  G                        Em 
      To the father son and holy spirit 
I hold you nearest 
    Am                 G 
My best friend best friend 
                            C 
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance 
      Em 
I can almost hear it 
    Am                 G 
My best friend best friend 
                               Em 
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 
behold these lyrics 
         Am                 G 
I got a best friend best friend 
              C                  Em 
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah 



Verso 2  
Am                   C 
I don't know much about Holy bibles 
Em 
but I grew up in the bible belt 
Am                   C 
I put my love for a woman on idle 
because I got beat with my mama's belt 
Am                   C 
but I learned from my mistakes 
Em 
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'm send you straight up to my best friend 

 
Am  G                        Em 
      To the father son and holy spirit 
I hold you nearest 
    Am                 G 
My best friend best friend 
                            C 
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance 
      Em 
I can almost hear it 
    Am                 G 
My best friend best friend 
                               Em 
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 
behold these lyrics 
         Am                 G 
I got a best friend best friend 
              C                  Em 
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah
 

Verso 3 
Am 
god please would you arm me with the armor 
  C 
They call 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 squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent 
C 
Recently but don't jinx it 
              Em 
It's like clint eastwood looking for peace 
Though maybe no finny enter 
The priesthood but at least should 
         Am 
Make an attempt to show some remorse 
                            C 
and then be some sort of a repenter 
                              Em 
for the people I've been a menace to 
Not a preacher but a shit starting finisher 
                        Am 
In 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 
What I have to say on the mic then you 
                   Em 
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks                  Am 
and take a f***n hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner 
                 C 
bust balls and intestines 
                     Em 
and ain't never been yes men 
They gon' tell me when I'm f***n 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 guts 
So unless you're my f***n belly button 
don't tell me nothin' 

             Am 
You ain't my (best friend best friend) 
C 
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) 

 
Am  G                        Em 
      To the father son and holy spirit 
I hold you nearest 
    Am                 G 
My best friend best friend 
                            C 
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance 
      Em 
I can almost hear it 
    Am                 G 
My best friend best friend 
                               Em 
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 
behold these lyrics 
         Am                 G 
I got a best friend best friend 
              C                  Em 
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah

	        

Written by Michael Atha/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/William Washington