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 just

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
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?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that 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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
Don't know what the I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never turned
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more 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 my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
Danica 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 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 with a
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all these pet
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
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure that 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, hopefully notices me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, me to sign this poster
Then insults me "wow, up didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, buck
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
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
They 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 recovery if I fumble it?
I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The shit I complain
like there 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

that's 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 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)