This track featured on the Sons of Anarchy episode “ Toil and Till,” and the CAMPFIRE remix featured on the Official Call of Duty: Black Ops III – Multiplayer Reveal Trailer. Its music video was shot during May 2014 in the Bayou. Love Story‘ third single also acted as the bonus track for the compilation album Shady XV. What do you do when you’ve got two bucks in your bank account and barely enough change to buy something off the McD’s dollar menu – then you run across an acquaintance now destitute in the street? He has less than you by far, so how can you justify not sharing a bit of what you have? But then where do you draw the line between your obligations to others and your own responsibilities? This is the moral conundrum he ponders. However, this song also hits at a broader aspect of the human condition. Yelawolf details his grappling with fame and the inherent frustration associated with it, and how his pre-success associates now feel entitled. Hit the bucket, it was a rocket all a sudden When you come around and tellin' me I changed I walk through the fire, I give love when it's equalĭon't tell me not to complain about my money and fame I'm not the gold watch, and the new truck Not the wheel on the wagon you wanna break I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside, and just roll away clean This ain't no free rent, come and pitch a tent, you ain't tying me down I'm not the fuckin' needle in the haystack, that you finally found I'm not the trash can, not the last man at the finish line now Oh, but what can I do if I do 'til it's gone You handle your own when you become a manĪnd become a man when you handle your own It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it Just because you got yourself in some shit I ain't the dishrag, to come clean up, all the shit that ya dish outĪin't got no check for 'em, if you checkin' inīut I'm not a fool, there's no need to pretend I'm not the cheap one, lookin' at me son, you ain't lookin' at free

I ain't the money man, with your money man, you ain't lookin' at me

I ain't the steppin' stone, to be steppin' on, I ain't nobody's crutch I'm not the road that you take when you're lookin' for a shortcut, uh I’m not the shoulder for a bag, don't wanna carry your heavy load

I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on now

Yelawolf till its gone lurics