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 half
But my is half empty, gasket just blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall a football
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm
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 thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass with it, it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' 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 at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my fucking
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I 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 inspiration I
I can never my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a with 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 welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all 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 elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't 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 city that me
(Life's good to me so far)

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

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
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 you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, 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 good is a recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
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 there ain't a cloud in the sky and 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 living the

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