Текст песни Yelawolf - Best Friend

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  Ain't never been much of the church type

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

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

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

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

       To the father, son and holy spirit

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

Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

  I don't know much about Holy Bibles

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

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

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

I'mma send you straight up to my best friend

       To the father, son and holy spirit

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

Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

God, please could you arm me with the armor
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
Could have gone the other way many times

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

Maybe not finna enter

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

Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher
Into the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
This patience of mine is thinner
Than 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 what I have to say on the mic then you
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks

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

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

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

So unless you're my fuckin' belly button

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

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

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

       To the father, son and holy spirit

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

Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah