Fiddle Me This Lyrics - Love Storey - Yelawolf

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 wives 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 

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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 egg 

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 

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