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, glass is half
But my tank is half empty, just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes home
Gotta lay a log cabin and option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a stall dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the 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 happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be then
''Thanks, dawg, Todd, a big fan''
I wiped my ass it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass without causing an
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking
someone passing through my sub harassing
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 Southern roots, what the fuck is
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a ass

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't change
Maybe that's why I can't Detroit
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 been to me so far)

They call me classless, I that, I second and third that
know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned forty and sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature,
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (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 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 be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the full of hamburger helper
I even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm in an animal shelter
With all pet peeves
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
day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I my karma is catching up with me

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

Got friends on Facebook, all over the
Not sure what means, they tell me it's 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 notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica Hova
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up close know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad till shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look over see two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play 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 one after Recovery
Was so coveted, but what 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 subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The shit I about
It's like ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
and a mouse, I'm living the dream

Maybe that's why I so strange
Got it all, but I still change
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 that made me
(Life's been to me so far)