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, gasket blew

This always happens, thirty from home
Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is bathroom
In a public stall dropping a
So every time someone in the john I get Madden
''Shady, what What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And asking me for my got damn 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, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap
Can't park my ass causing an accident
my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at
I'd rather wallow bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my with my fucking mash
Potato, so what, ho, my country bumpkin ass
Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered 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 that's why I can't leave
It's the motivation that me going
This is the I need
I can turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's good to me so far)

call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant
But I blew, turned back
Turned and still sag
act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you say to me?
I on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love the my work 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 Patrick (yeah) work,
We'd be the perfect
'Cause a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the 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 at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a
I'm still on my first from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, and I melt the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and
They say this spray is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of 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 with their 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 think my karma is up with me

that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still change
Maybe that's why I can't 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 the world
Not what that means, they tell me it's good
So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a
I'd it up, but the frame is all cracked

I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully notices me
In produce hunched over, giant
Over as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying
He just had front row seats, told me to sign poster
Then me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroad lost shopping at Costco
Joe's, buck waffles
Got picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot
Finger still up in one of my
Right to 'em stuck at the light
This shit is taking forever to change
I'm stuck, these bitches are it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
''What you bumping? 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 up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on shrubbery on you of bitches
Wrong subdivison to fuck with,
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I love my city, but you push me to my limit, a pity
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 in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the

Maybe why I feel 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 that me
(Life's good to me so far)