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 full
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a stall dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't 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 my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a plastic 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 won't change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can turn my back on a city 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 turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
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 nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids 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, they on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

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

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to 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
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
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 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 that's why I can't leave
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)