Fiddle Me This
Yelawolf Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

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 fine 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, 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)
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 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

Overall Meaning

In Yelawolf's song "Fiddle Me This," he expresses gratitude toward Eminem, thanking him for allowing him to be himself without limits in his music. Yelawolf also talks about how he has worked hard to create his music, even if it has come with stress and challenges. He acknowledges that he has been honest in his music and that he is grateful for the opportunity to improve his craft through making music.


He also mentions how the "dirty south" needs to clean up its act, especially when it comes to the language and behavior of its MCs. Yelawolf contrasts their choices with his own dedication and persistence in creating music that speaks from the heart. He acknowledges that he has come a long way from his roots in Dixie Land, but he remembers where he came from and the struggles he had to overcome to get where he is today.


Overall, Yelawolf's "Fiddle Me This" is an introspective look at his music career and his place in the industry. He expresses gratitude for the opportunities he has been given and offers a critique of the music industry in general, particularly when it comes to the messages being sent by some of the MCs.


Line by Line Meaning

Before I say goodbye
Before I leave, I want to say something


I'd like to say good day
I want to greet you nicely


And I hope you say "good buy"
I hope you're happy with what you received from me


When they ask was it worth for you to pay
If someone asks you if it was worth it to pay for my music


For my music, for pressin' play
For listening to my music


For all the stress that went into my songs
For all the effort I put into my songs


My love and hate
My strong emotions


The most honest I could be with you to date
The most truthful thing I can say to you


Is to say thank thank you Shady
I want to thank Eminem


For lettin' me be me with no holds barred
For letting me express myself freely


Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to improve my skills


This old jar of moonshine is but
This old jar of homemade liquor represents


Two fine lines on a blank sheet but so far
Two lines of a song that are simple but meaningful


These two lines point directed to my home on the mothership sonar
These lines are a reference to my place of origin


Valet UFOs, I go park
I park my UFO with the valet


The dirty south needs a soap bar
The southern United States needs to clean up its act


In the mouth of these MCs but
These rappers are dirty and foul


But who am I to judge on what they love?
But I shouldn't judge them for their tastes


I guess they enjoy being broke and co-stars
I suppose they like being poor and relatively unknown


And I'm soakin' so hard
I'm working very hard


From the sweat that I could take my clothes off
I'm sweating so much that I could take my clothes off


I done fucked and raped the whole yard
I've completely dominated the music industry


Should sit back and shake the gold off
I should relax and enjoy my success


But I'm already gone
But I'm already moving on


I got a vision like Teller, sons
I have a clear idea of my future


In an envelope like letters
It's like a letter that I'm saving for later


Lettuce, green, money, long
I'm talking about a lot of money


Wolfpacks in a calzone
I'm surrounded by close friends


I'll keep makin' these albums
I'll keep making music


Yeah you might have heard a dial tone
Maybe you thought I was done making music


But I was on the other line when I hung up the phone
But I was already planning my next project


I'll send a postcard when I leave
I'll keep you updated when I move on to other things


I think about you when I dream
I still remember my fans even in my sleep


And when I'm up under the high beams
And when I'm in the public eye


I reflect that shining
I embrace that spotlight


So you can feel the heat of light
So you can feel my passion and energy


A life of violence 'til I die in
I'll be living my life with intensity until I die


Yeah I've done come a long way
I've made a lot of progress


From Dixie Land, take my hand
From the southern United States, follow me


I'm talkin' lowriders, 77 Devilles
I'm talking about classic cars


L-Dogs, nothin' but them 'Lacs
I'm talking about luxury cars


Sittin' on boxes in the front yard of the trailer park, yeah
Chilling outside of my home in a trailer park


One time for the single wives and the little cribs (one time)
I want to give a shoutout to single mothers and their children


Two times if you know what it's like to fuckin' live (two times)
I want to recognize the struggles of everyday life


Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three)
For those who have financial difficulties


Four times before you did the same old shit, yeah
For those stuck in a cycle of failure


Baby done grown up, workin' that bid like a grown up
People have grown and faced their problems maturely


Fuckin' toned up, let the Glock talk, I'ma gon' hush
I'm feeling strong, but I don't need to brag


Just like daddy taught me
I learned this from my father


Wait I didn't have one
Actually, I didn't have a father


Fuck it, I'm happy for him
But I'm still content


'Cause he got a bad one
Because he has a good partner


I popped outta that Easy Bake
I broke out of my humble beginnings


Land of the 'Bama, clean and safe
I'm from a nice place in Alabama


Dropped outta high school, reason, hey
I left school early for my own reasons


I'm already high from a seedless egg
I'm already living a blessed life


And they wonder why I speak this way
People ask why I talk like this


And ye ain't ever seen this place
If you haven't been here before


Well here's your American pie
Welcome to America


It's a Dixie piece of cake
It's a simple, southern pleasure




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Written by: MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, WILLIAM BOOKER WASHINGTON, MATT HAYES, MIKE HARTNETT

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

Mary Willie Hartsell


on Tennessee Love

Who's the girl standing in the car

Yancy Tate


on Pop The Trunk

Telling a story that took place in life

More Versions