Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
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
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come 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, 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 shit'' does all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck 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
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna 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 skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, 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 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 dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all 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, hopefully nobody me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
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 after
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
subdivison to fuck 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
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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