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, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, gasket just

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing through my sub
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 my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe 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 never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good 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, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with 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 welch's and
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I there's 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 dwell these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all 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 dead cat in my
Went to Burger King, 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 that's why I leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had 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
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
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 elevator in my
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the that 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)