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 half
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

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

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
the motivation 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)

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 giant
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say spray butter 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, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera
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 karma is up with me

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's been to me so far)

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

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey to the frozen aisle
By the yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
next to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I about
It's there ain't 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 in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

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