Best Friend

Album: Yelawolf (2015)
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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'ma 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) Shout it out
    Like there's never been a louder mouth
    Should have never been allowed a mouth
    Now that I got a higher power now when I blackout, power outage
    They powerless, but they crowd around
    They tend to flock like shepherds, the black sheep
    But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
    When I'm counted out
    You be D-O-A, they'll announce
    But 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 the doctors at the hospital
    Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
    It's in-piggy-possible to revive you
    That's word to the diggy doc
    Stiggy-stopping is 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 script
    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 he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up
    Sending you hoes straight up to deal with 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 Writer/s: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Matt Hayes, Michael Wayne Atha, William Booker Washington
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, ME GUSTA MUSIC, Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 2

  • Serious Penguin from SwitzerlandI accept Jesus Christ as my lord & savior. This song finds me right on time. Thanks to the universe for guiding me toward it and sincere apologies for my wicked ways. Need the Holy trinity to get out of my trap for guidance and forgiveness
  • 1x1v1 from West CoastAlthough Em pays tribute by dropping Proof in there, my interpretation is that he sticks with the God theme as Best Friend…

    “Who you think I’m talking’ about who lifts me up without a doubt…”

    My reasoning comes from his reference to his higher power that is woven throughout the song.

    He, like me, attend AA mtgs. Both of us fight for sobriety daily. Within the context of AA— though the Higher Power is “as you understand” It. I would say +95% of AA attributes the higher power to “God.”

    Additionally, in his last bars, as a continuance of his metaphoric references to God, he concludes by referencing Heaven (waiting at the gates).

    What is beautiful about music is that the interpretation means different things to different people. Like art, people hear/see what is best and wanted/needed in that moment.

    Both Yela and Em place a high value on sobriety, and their Higher Power.
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