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, gasket blew

This happens, thirty minutes from 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 john I get
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when all of this crap end?
park my ass without causing an accident
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 suck at
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my 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 dinner
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
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 heard that, I second and that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a with welch's and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's 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 within these
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
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
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking cat in my mailbox
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure that means, they tell me it's good
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 hunched over, giant nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They want me to 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 recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The I complain about
It's like there a cloud in the sky and it's 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 that's why I so strange
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 I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)