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      Best Friend (feat. Eminem)

      Best Friend (feat. Eminem)

      Yelawolf

      Album: Love Story

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      Yelawolf - Best Friend (feat. Eminem) Música y Letra

      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 believe 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
      
      God, please would you arm me with the armor?
      They call me when there's drama like Gandhi
      Could have gone the other way many times
      Could have turned Dalai with the lama
      But I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent
      Recently, but don't jinx it
      It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace
      Though maybe not for the inner
      The priest stood, but at least should
      Make an attempt to show some remorse
      
      And then be some sort of a repenter
      For the people I've been a minister
      Not a preacher, but a shit starter and a finisher
      In 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
      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)
      My butt, balls and intestines
      And ain't never been yes men
      They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up
      The minute I'm ever giving it less then
      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 guts
      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)
      Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
      Should have never been allowed, I'm out
      Now that I got a higher power
      Now with a black out power, out is out
      
      Like powerless, but they crowd around
      They tend to flock like shepherds to black sheep
      But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
      When I'm counted out
      You be D-O-A, then announced
      They pronounce you dead when they sound it out
      So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
      
      He's all around you
      Not even a doctor's at the hospital
      He could have shigy-shocked you back to life
      It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
      That's word to the digy-doctor
      You stopping and that's not an option
      Something I'm not gonna do
      I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
      
      Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
      Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
      Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable strip, cock and I shoot
      Who you think's my Glock that I use?
      That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
      And they be waiting at the gate
      When you get sprayed up, sitting you hoes straight up
      To deal with my (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

      Yelawolf - Best Friend (feat. Eminem) Música y Letra

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