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YELAWOLF : Fiddle Me This lyrics

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YELAWOLF lyrics : "Fiddle Me This"

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 $#&@ed 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 $#&@in' live

Three times in a row you've been late on the rent
Four times before you did the same old %#@!

Baby done grown up, workin' that bid like a grown up
$#&@in' toned up, let the Glock talk, I'ma gon' hush
Just like daddy taught me, wait I didn't have one

$#&@ 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

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