Fiddle Me This lyrics

Before I say goodbye I'd like to say good day

And I hope you say "good buy" when they ask was it worth for you to pay

For my music, for pressin' play

For all the stress that went into my songs

My love and hate

The most honest I could be with you to date

Is to say thank thank you Shady

For lettin' me be me with no holds barred

Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car

This old jar of moonshine is but two lines on a blank sheet but so far

These two lines point directed to my home on the mothership sonar

Valet UFOs, I go park

The dirty south needs a soap bar

In the mouth of these MCs but

But who am I to judge on what they love?

I guess they enjoy being broke and co-stars

And I'm soakin' so hard

From the sweat that I could take my clothes off

I done fucked and raped the whole yard

Should sit back and shake the gold off

But I'm already gone

I got a vision like Teller, sons

In an envelope like letters

Lettuce, green, money, long

Wolfpacks in a calzone

I'll keep makin' these albums

Yeah you might have heard a dial tone

But I was on the other line when I hung up the phone

I'll send a postcard when I leave

I think about you when I dream

And when I'm up under the high beams

I reflect that shining

So you can feel the heat of light

A life of violence 'til I die in

Yeah I've done come a long way

From Dixie Land, take my hand

I'm talkin' lowriders, 77 Devilles

L-Dogs, nothin' but them 'Lacs

Sittin' on boxes in the front yard of the trailer park

Hell, one time for the single wides and the little cribs

Two times if you know what it's like to fuckin' live

Three times in a row you've been late on the rent

Four times before you did the same old shit

Baby done grown up, workin' that bid like a grown up

Fuckin' toned up, let the Glock talk, I'ma gon' hush

Just like daddy taught me, wait I didn't have one

Fuck it, I'm happy for him, cause he got a bad one

I popped outta that Easy Bake, land of the 'Bama, clean and safe

Dropped outta high school, reason, hey, I'm already high from a seedless eighth

And they wonder why I speak this way

And ye ain't ever seen this place

Well here's your American pie

It's a Dixie piece of cake

• Artist:Yelawolf
• Album:Love Story