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, is half full
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
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?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my 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 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 change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation 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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I 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 turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna 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 famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash 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
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, like 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 little elaborate and a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to King, they 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 still won't
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation 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)

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 it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
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 after
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons 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 I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and 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 living the

Maybe that's why I 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 made me
(Life's been to me so far)