Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A king-size bed, but I on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is full
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

This always happens, minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
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 damn 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, Todd, a big fan''
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, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't 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)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you 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 meet people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But what the is all of these buttons?
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, 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 sandwich with welch's and
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was 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 with their 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 onion
I think my karma is up with me

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
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 been to me so far)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen 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 poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's like there ain't a in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

Maybe why I feel so strange
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)