Matthew Hayes - Fiddle Me This lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 bar'd 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 MCs but But who am I to judge on what they love? I guess they enjoy being broken co-stars And I'm soakin' so hard From the sweat that I could take my clothes off I done f**ed and raked the whole yard Should sit back and shake the load off But I'm already gone I got a vision like Tela Songs, in an envelope like letters Lettuce, green, money, long Wolf pack send the cow's home And 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 And think about you when I dream And when I'm up under them high beams I'll reflect that shining So you can feel the heat of light And life of father, son of Diane Yeah I've done come a long way from Dixie Land Take my hand [Verse 2] I'm talkin' lowriders, 77 Devilles L-Dogs, nothin' but them 'Lacs Sittin' on block in the front yard of the trailer park, yeah One time for the single wides and the little cribs (one time) Two times if you know what it's like to f**in' live (two times) Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three...) Four times before you did the same old sh**, yeah [Verse 3] Baby done grown up, rockin' that beard like a grown up f** gettin' toned up, let the Glock talk I'm on gone and hush Just like daddy taught me, wait I didn't have one f** it, I'm happy for him, cause he caught a bad one I popped outta that Easy Bake, landed in 'Bama, clean and safe Dropped outta high school, reason, hey I'm already high from a seed - less 8th 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 (cake...) [?] [Spoken Outro]