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 full
But my tank is half empty, gasket blew

always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're me for my got damn autograph 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 wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
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 then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country 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
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

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

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
you gonna say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
my Hanes shirt tag
You're 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 these
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I gotta do to hear new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a with welch's and belch
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all 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 King, they spit on my onion 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 Detroit
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me it's
So I'm artist of the decade, I got a plaque
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 mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
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 know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they me to follow up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
snapping fucking pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what 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 still change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me
This is the inspiration I
I can never turn my on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)