Luyện nghe bài hát So Far...

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

This always happens, thirty minutes home
lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get
''Shady, up?''- 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, hand me that, on second I'd be glad then
''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when all of this crap end?
Can't my ass without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the trash
Without someone passing my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I at math
I'd rather then bass suffering from succotash
But the is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my mash
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the is upperclass
lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, the fuck 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 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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I and third that
know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a turd-sack
But I blew, never back
Turned and still sag
act more fucking 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 perks my has
I get to meet famous people, at her, dag
Her ran, her skirt snag
And I she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes tag
You're Danica (yeah) work, skag
We'd be the match
'Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a
My apologies, no disrespect to
But what the heck is all of these
You expect me to sit here and that?
I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
Be an at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from
Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I the
on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich welch's and belch
They say this butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd welfare mentality helps to
me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell these parameters
Still cramming the shelves of hamburger helper
I can't 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
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my
Went to King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up me

Maybe that's why I 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
is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a that made me
(Life's been to me so far)

Got on Facebook, all over the world
Not what that 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 nobody me
In produce over, giant nosebleed
Over stop as I mosey over to the aisle
By the frozen yogurt guy approached 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 sign poster
insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
I'm at a lost 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 next to 'em at the light
This fucking shit is taking to change
I'm stuck, these are loving it rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, it off
you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
They want me to flip at the label, but I won't to it
The pressure, they want me to up with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma drop the ball if I get a grip
Hopping on on you sons of bitches
Wrong to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping pictures of my kids
I my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and 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 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 that made me
(Life's good to me so far)