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 half empty, 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 dropping a
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
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 good to me so far)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
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 snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, 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
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
cramming the shelves full 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
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 a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to 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 still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps 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)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not what that 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 is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it 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 succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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 keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)