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 half
But my tank is half empty, just blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what What? Come 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 my ass with it, crumbled 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 causing 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 at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
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 that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'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 and learn 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 first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
With all these pet
God to hell, I can't 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 dead cat in my
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is up with me

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
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 artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
insults 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 picking my nose, ah
Look 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, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
want 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 what 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 sons of
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and 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 still won't
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 made me
(Life's been to me so far)