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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come 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 glad
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a with welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I 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 cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that me going
This is the 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 what that means, they me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the 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
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is taking forever to
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
They me to flip 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?
'Cause I'mma the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a 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 living the

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