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 home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
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 shit'' when all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
someone passing 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 with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt 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 the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich with welch's and
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's 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
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't help it, this 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 stand all these kids with their camera
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 on my onion rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what that means, tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, 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
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
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 bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
They me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking pictures of my
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain
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 why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's good to me so far)