I own a mansion, but in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the I'm Mr.Brightside, is half 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 public dropping a football So every time someone in the john I get Madden ''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be 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 when 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 passing through my sub harassing I'd count my blessings, but I suck at I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash But the antacid is my gas I mix my corn my fucking mash Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass Call lunch dinner, call dinner Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that? 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 Maybe that's why I leave Detroit It's the that keeps 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)
They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap Probably be a giant But I blew, turned 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 famous people, at her, dag Her nylons ran, her skirt And I heard she drag-races, *burp* Fucking my Hanes tag You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag be the perfect match 'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag My apologies, no to technology But what the heck is all of these You expect me to sit here and that? Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda? Be an at computers? I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with 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 this spray is bad for my health, but I there's more white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I Managed to dwell these parameters Still the shelves full of hamburger helper I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal all these pet peeves God dammit to hell, I 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 Burger King, they on my onion rings I think my karma is up with me
that's why I feel so strange Got it all, but I won't change that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me This is the I need 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 sure what that means, they tell me 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 produce over, giant nosebleed Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen By the yogurt this guy approached me Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries He just had front row seats, told me to sign this Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet" I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco Joe's, buck waffles Got caught my nose, ah over 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, bitches are loving it rubbing it in Chuckling, do nothing, play it off you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch 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 the ball if I don't get a grip Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches Wrong subdivison to fuck with, 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 there ain't 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 why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won't Maybe that's why I leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me This is the inspiration I I can never my back on a city that made me (Life's good to me so far)