Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I 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 I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second 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?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach 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
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 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
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
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 meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
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 spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not what 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 nobody me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had 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 till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's 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 with one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's 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 the dream

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