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 is half empty, gasket just blew

This happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what 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 happened to run out of
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, it up in a wad and threw it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow then bass from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck 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 won't
Maybe why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna 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 people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes 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 what the is all of these 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 rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I my karma is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the I need
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 what 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, giant
Over 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 hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look 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 loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I complain
like there ain't 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
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

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 motivation that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)