Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, just blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of crap end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I won't change
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 back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act fucking 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 snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's 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 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 these pet
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 elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what means, they tell 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 hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger 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 shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping fucking of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining 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 can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)