Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
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 time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, that's odd, I just to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be 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 shit'' when does all of this end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that 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)

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
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 meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
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 to technology
But what the heck is all of these
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell 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 spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt 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 camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking cat in my mailbox
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what means, they tell me it's good
So I'm of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there 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 elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)