Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half
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 I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
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 park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe 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 city made me
(Life's good 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, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
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 she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my 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
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
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 their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my karma is up with me

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

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In produce hunched over, giant
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
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 is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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