Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

I own a mansion, but in a house
A bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr.Brightside, is half full
But my is half empty, gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, what up?''- Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn on a napkin?
Oh, odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad
''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, you're the shit'' does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still won't
Maybe that's why I leave Detroit
It's the that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
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 and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, turned back
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no to technology
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an expert at
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
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 with welch's and
say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of helper
I can't even it, this is the hand I was dealt 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 these kids their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what that means, they tell me good
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 nobody me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking forever to
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
They want me to flip at the label, but I succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit fucking pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's 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

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
that's why I can't leave 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 good to me so far)