Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's
In a public stall dropping a
So time someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn 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, name's Todd, a big
I my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
Can't park my ass causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't out the fucking trash
someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call supper
in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is
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 leave
It's the motivation keeps me going
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city made me
(Life's been to me so far)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third
know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, never turned
Turned and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt
And I heard she drag-races, *burp*
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Patrick (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the perfect
you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no to technology
But what the heck is all of buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn
Fuck I do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell a Playstation
I'm on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say spray butter is bad for my health, but
I there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these
Still the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these 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 Burger King, they on my onion rings
I think my is catching up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
the motivation that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

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

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In hunched over, giant nosebleed
stop as I mosey over to the frozen 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, told me to this poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
still up in one of my nostrils
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This fucking shit is forever to change
I'm stuck, bitches are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, do nothing, play it off
''What you Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They 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 highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
I'mma 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 shit I about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's out
Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't leave
It's the that keeps me going
This is the inspiration I
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)