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 tank is half empty, just blew

This happens, thirty minutes from home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone walks in the I get Madden
''Shady, up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got 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 my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the when does all of this crap end?
park my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd wallow then bass 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 Southern roots, the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the is that?
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

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
is the inspiration I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I and third that
Don't know what the fuck I doing if it weren't rap
be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never back
forty and still 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 love the my work has
I get to meet people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But the heck is all of these buttons?
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an Britannica, hell with 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 and belch
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, why I never take 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 to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, 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 won't
Maybe that's why I leave 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 good to me so far)

Got friends on Facebook, all the world
Not sure what that means, they tell me good
So I'm of the decade, I even got a plaque
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He had front row seats, told 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
Joe's, buck waffles
Got caught my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
still up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
fucking shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking
They want me to flip at the label, but I 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 drop the ball if I don't get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong subdivison to with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm the dream

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I won't 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 that made me
(Life's good to me so far)