Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
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 you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear 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
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you 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 people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
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 with welch's and
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger 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
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
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 stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger 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, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's 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 feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)