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

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're 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 thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more 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 people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
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 here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps 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 even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with 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 spit on my rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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
This is the I need
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
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 trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, 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, they want me to follow up with another one after
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause 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 me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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