[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 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 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 fuckin' raked the whole yard

Should sit back and shake the gold 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 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

[Verse 3]

Baby done grown up, rockin' that beard like a grown up

Fuck gettin' toned up, let the Glock talk

I'm on gone and 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, landed in '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 yee ain't ever seen this place

Well here's your American pie

It's a Dixie piece of cake (cake)

[Spoken Outro]

Hey, hey bring in that banjo

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