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

This always happens, thirty minutes from
Gotta lay a log and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every someone walks in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? 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 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 shit'' when 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 at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
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 why I can't leave 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 second and that
know what 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 mature, Jack
you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work has
I get to famous people, look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my shirt tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
be the perfect match
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of these
You me to sit here and learn that?
Fuck I do to hear this 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, stab and I the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on
a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet
God dammit to hell, I can't all these kids with their camera cellphones
I go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion
I think my karma is up with me

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

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not sure what that means, they me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all

I'm to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, nosebleed
Over stop as I over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy me
Embarrassed, I just did with Hova
Show's over, I'm in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front row seats, told me to sign this
Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at
Sloppy Joe's, buck
Got picking my nose, ah
Look see these two hot hoes
Finger up in one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em at the light
This fucking is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? Trunk 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 another one Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a
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
Kool Aid on the couch, I'd never get it out
Bitch, I got an elevator in my
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

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