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 half empty, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So time someone walks in the john 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 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 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 passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the 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 change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
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 and third that
know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm 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 heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God to hell, I can't stand all these kids 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 cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad 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 to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I 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 recovery if I it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I complain
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's out
Aid stain 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 why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)