Artist: Yelawolf
Album:  Love Story
Song:   Fiddle Me This
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[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 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 fine lines on a blank sheet but so far
These two lines point directly to my home on the mothership sonar, valet UFOs, I go park
The Dirty South needs a soap bar - in the mouth of these MC's but
Who am I to judge on what they love? I guess they enjoy bein 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've 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 and life of violence 'til I die in
Yeah I done come a long way from Dixie Land, take my hand

{*fiddle solo*}

[Interlude]
I'm talkin lowriders, '77 Devilles
L-Dogs, nothin but them 'llacs
Sit in the box in the front yard of the trailer park

[Yelawolf]
Yeah, one time for the single wives and the little cribs (one time)
Two times if you know what it's like to fuckin live (two times)
Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three three three!)
Four times before you did the same old shit, yeah
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 caught 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!

{*fiddle solo then DJ scratches w/ ad libs to the end*}