Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is full
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public dropping a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're 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?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country 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

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 keeps me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act fucking mature, Jack
you gonna 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 famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
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?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an 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
to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you 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 up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's like there 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 elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)