Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A king-size bed, but I on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is full
But my tank is empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of crap end?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I and third that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my karma is up with me

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's like ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)