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 just

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be 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, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't 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 my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic 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 won't
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my 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 (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But the heck 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 at computers?
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
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 spray is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't 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 a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my 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
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my 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 tell me good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk 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 another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures 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 cloud in the sky and it's out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I 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 good to me so far)