[Am] ain't never been m[C]uch of the church type
[Em] but I believe in the last days
[Am] I walk through H[C]ell almost every night
[Em] but I believe it's a pathway
[Am] Say boy what you d[C]oin' with your life
[Em] With those tattoos on your face
[Am] Say boy you kn[C]ow that you'll pay the price
[Em] Well I guess I'll see when I head that way
Chorus
[Am] [G] To the father son and h[Em]oly spirit
I hold you nearest
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Let the trumpets blow with y[C]our appearance
I can [Em]almost hear it
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
When you wish me Hell upon my s[Em]oul and spirit
behold these lyrics
I got a b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Yeah I got a b[C]est friend best fri[Em]end yeah
verse 2
[Am]I don't know much abo[C]ut Holy bibles
[Em]but I grew up in the bible belt
[Am]I put my love for a w[C]oman on idle
because I got beat with my mama's belt
[Am]but I learned from my[C] mistakes
[Em]Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
[Am]but if you spit on my[C] fking grave
[Em]and wish me Hell then I wish you well
I'm send you straight up to my best friend
Chorus
[Am] [G] To the father son and h[Em]oly spirit
I hold you nearest
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Let the trumpets blow with y[C]our appearance
I can [Em]almost hear it
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
When you wish me Hell upon my s[Em]oul and spirit
behold these lyrics
I got a b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Yeah I got a b[C]est friend best fri[Em]end yeah
Verse 3
[Am]god please would you arm me with the armor
Th[C]ey call me when there's drama like gandhi
could have [Em]gone the other way many times
could have turned dalai with the lama
but I squash m[Am]y beefs when things seem to be looking decent
[C]Recently but don't jinx it
It's like clin[Em]t eastwood looking for peace
Though maybe no finny enter
The priesthood but at least should
Make an a[Am]ttempt to show some remorse
and then be some sort of a r[C]epenter
for the people I've been a men[Em]ace to
Not a preacher but a sht starting finisher
In the mind of a thick s[Am]kin but a short temper
This patience of mine is[C] thinner
Than twine is when I [Em]get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don't lik[Am]e when I rap
What I have to say on[C] the mic then you
Might wanna act jus[Em]t like quarterbacks Am
and take a fn hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
bust balls and in[C]testines
and ain't never been [Em]yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm fn up
The minute I'm ever giving it less than
I'm about to vomi[Am]t and I can feel it coming
cause failure's so[C]mething I can barely stomach
and I only l[Em]isten to my guts
So unless you're my fn belly button
don't tell me nothin'
You ain't my [Am](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
Still got a ([Am]best friend best frie[C]nd)[Em]
Chorus
[Am] [G] To the father son and h[Em]oly spirit
I hold you nearest
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Let the trumpets blow with y[C]our appearance
I can [Em]almost hear it
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
When you wish me Hell upon my s[Em]oul and spirit
behold these lyrics
I got a b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Yeah I got a b[C]est friend best fri[Em]end yeah
[Em] but I believe in the last days
[Am] I walk through H[C]ell almost every night
[Em] but I believe it's a pathway
[Am] Say boy what you d[C]oin' with your life
[Em] With those tattoos on your face
[Am] Say boy you kn[C]ow that you'll pay the price
[Em] Well I guess I'll see when I head that way
Chorus
[Am] [G] To the father son and h[Em]oly spirit
I hold you nearest
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Let the trumpets blow with y[C]our appearance
I can [Em]almost hear it
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
When you wish me Hell upon my s[Em]oul and spirit
behold these lyrics
I got a b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Yeah I got a b[C]est friend best fri[Em]end yeah
verse 2
[Am]I don't know much abo[C]ut Holy bibles
[Em]but I grew up in the bible belt
[Am]I put my love for a w[C]oman on idle
because I got beat with my mama's belt
[Am]but I learned from my[C] mistakes
[Em]Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
[Am]but if you spit on my[C] fking grave
[Em]and wish me Hell then I wish you well
I'm send you straight up to my best friend
Chorus
[Am] [G] To the father son and h[Em]oly spirit
I hold you nearest
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Let the trumpets blow with y[C]our appearance
I can [Em]almost hear it
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
When you wish me Hell upon my s[Em]oul and spirit
behold these lyrics
I got a b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Yeah I got a b[C]est friend best fri[Em]end yeah
Verse 3
[Am]god please would you arm me with the armor
Th[C]ey call me when there's drama like gandhi
could have [Em]gone the other way many times
could have turned dalai with the lama
but I squash m[Am]y beefs when things seem to be looking decent
[C]Recently but don't jinx it
It's like clin[Em]t eastwood looking for peace
Though maybe no finny enter
The priesthood but at least should
Make an a[Am]ttempt to show some remorse
and then be some sort of a r[C]epenter
for the people I've been a men[Em]ace to
Not a preacher but a sht starting finisher
In the mind of a thick s[Am]kin but a short temper
This patience of mine is[C] thinner
Than twine is when I [Em]get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don't lik[Am]e when I rap
What I have to say on[C] the mic then you
Might wanna act jus[Em]t like quarterbacks Am
and take a fn hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
bust balls and in[C]testines
and ain't never been [Em]yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm fn up
The minute I'm ever giving it less than
I'm about to vomi[Am]t and I can feel it coming
cause failure's so[C]mething I can barely stomach
and I only l[Em]isten to my guts
So unless you're my fn belly button
don't tell me nothin'
You ain't my [Am](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
Still got a ([Am]best friend best frie[C]nd)[Em]
Chorus
[Am] [G] To the father son and h[Em]oly spirit
I hold you nearest
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Let the trumpets blow with y[C]our appearance
I can [Em]almost hear it
My b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
When you wish me Hell upon my s[Em]oul and spirit
behold these lyrics
I got a b[Am]est friend best fri[G]end
Yeah I got a b[C]est friend best fri[Em]end yeah
