| Before I say goodbye I’d like to say good day
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| And I hope you say «good buy"when they ask was it worth for you to pay
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| For my music, for pressin' play
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| For all the stress that went into my songs
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| My love and hate
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| The most honest I could be with you to date
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| Is to say thank thank you Shady
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| For lettin' me be me with no holds barred
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| Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car
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| This old jar of moonshine is but two lines on a blank sheet but so far
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| These two lines point directed to my home on the mothership sonar
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| Valet UFOs, I go park
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| The dirty south needs a soap bar
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| In the mouth of these MCs but
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| But who am I to judge on what they love?
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| I guess they enjoy being broke and co-stars
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| And I’m soakin' so hard
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| From the sweat that I could take my clothes off
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| I done fucked and raped the whole yard
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| Should sit back and shake the gold off
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| But I’m already gone
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| I got a vision like Teller, sons
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| In an envelope like letters
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| Lettuce, green, money, long
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| Wolfpacks in a calzone
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| I’ll keep makin' these albums
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| Yeah you might have heard a dial tone
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| But I was on the other line when I hung up the phone
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| I’ll send a postcard when I leave
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| I think about you when I dream
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| And when I’m up under the high beams
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| I reflect that shining
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| So you can feel the heat of light
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| A life of violence 'til I die in
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| Yeah I’ve done come a long way
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| From Dixie Land, take my hand
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| I’m talkin' lowriders, 77 Devilles
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| L-Dogs, nothin' but them 'Lacs
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| Sittin' on boxes in the front yard of the trailer park
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| Hell, one time for the single wides and the little cribs
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| Two times if you know what it’s like to fuckin' live
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| Three times in a row you’ve been late on the rent
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| Four times before you did the same old shit
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| Baby done grown up, workin' that bid like a grown up
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| Fuckin' toned up, let the Glock talk, I’ma gon' hush
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| Just like daddy taught me, wait I didn’t have one
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| Fuck it, I’m happy for him, cause he got a bad one
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| I popped outta that Easy Bake, land of the 'Bama, clean and safe
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| Dropped outta high school, reason, hey, I’m already high from a seedless eighth
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| And they wonder why I speak this way
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| And ye ain’t ever seen this place
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| Well here’s your American pie
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| It’s a Dixie piece of cake |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fiddle Me This , by - Yelawolf. Song from the album Love Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп