Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I on the couch
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 is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just 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 threw it and
Told him ''Todd, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
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 corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn 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 that keeps me
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back 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 what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
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 she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm still on my 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
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 within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an shelter
all these pet peeves
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 little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the 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 on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what means, they 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 trying to be lowkey, nobody notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I did Comerica with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to this poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They want me to at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
subdivison to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
It's like ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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