Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
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, take out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
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 mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
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, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
With all these pet
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
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they 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 that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I 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 to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
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, buck
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
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? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking 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 with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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