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 empty, gasket just blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn 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, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it and
Told him ''Todd, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't 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 suffering from
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
in a covered plastic wear 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 won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that me going
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit and learn that?
I gotta 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
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the 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 animal
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 stuck a 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 still change
that's 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, they tell me good
So I'm of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd hang it up, but the is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on on you sons 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 I complain about
It's like there 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 so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)