Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but live in a
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the
I'm Mr.Brightside, is half full
But my tank is half empty, gasket just

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall a football
So every time someone walks in the I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on thought I'd be glad 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 my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, dinner 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 that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the I need
I can never turn my back on a city that me
(Life's good to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you 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 nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
'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 expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
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 welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal
With all pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure 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 frame is all

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this 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 know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
over see these two hot hoes
Finger still up in one of my
Right next to 'em stuck at the
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
'Cause drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I about
It's like there ain't a 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
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the that keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)