Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what 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, crumbled it up in a wad and 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 through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that 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 third
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
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 song from
Be an at computers?
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even 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 their camera cellphones
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, they spit on my onion
I think my karma is catching up me

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
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 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 is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey 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 sign poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking 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 are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you 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 on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
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 can't Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)