Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

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

Maybe that's why I 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 inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's like ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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