Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every time someone in the john 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, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be 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 shit'' when all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe 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 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)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck 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 at computers?
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they 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 produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play 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 Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain 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 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 can't leave
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's been to me so far)