Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second 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 threw it and
Told him ''Todd, you're the when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
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 got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
to Burger 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 still change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what that means, they me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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