So Far...

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I own a mansion but live in a house A king size bed but I sleep on the couch I'm Mr. Brightside glass is half full But my tank is half empty gasket just blew This always happens 30 minutes from home gotta lay a log cabin And only option I have is McDonalds's bathroom In a public stall dropping a football So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden Shady what up What Come on man I'm crapping And you're asking me for my goddamn autograph on a napkin Oh that's odd I just happened to run out of tissue Yeah hand me that on second thought I'd be glad then Thanks dawg name's Todd a big fan I wiped my ass with it crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and Told him Todd you're the shit when does all of this crap end Can't park my ass without causing an accident Puff my gas cut my grass can't take out the fucking trash Without someone passing through my sub harassing I'd count my blessings but I suck at math I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash But the antacid is my stomach gas I mix my corn with my fucking mash Potato so what ho kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots what the fuck is upperclass Call lunch dinner call dinner supper Tupperware in a cupboard plasticware up the ass Stuck in the past iPod what the fuck is that B boy to the core mule I'm a stubborn ass Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me Life's been good to me so far They call me classless I heard that I second and third that Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap Probably be a giant turd sack But I blew never turned back Turned 40 and still sag teenagers act more fucking mature Jack Fuck you gonna say to me I leave on my own terms asshole I'm going berzerk My nerves are bad but I love the perks my work has I get to meet famous people look at her dag Her nylons ran her skirt snag And I heard she drag races burp swag Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag You're Danica Patrick yeah work skag We'd be the perfect match Cause you're a vacuum I'm a dirtbag My apologies no disrespect to technology But what the heck is all of these buttons You expect me to sit here and learn that Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda Be an expert at computers I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica hell with a Playstation I'm still on my first manual from Zelda Nintendo bitch run jump punch stab and I melt the Mozzarella on my spaghetti put in on bread Make a sandwich with welch's and belch They say this spray butter is bad for my health But I think there's more white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett Fred Sanford welfare mentality helps to Keep me grounded that's why I never take full advantage of wealth I managed to dwell within these parameters Still cramming the shelves full of Hamburger Helper I can't even help it this is the hand I was dealt to Creature of habit feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter With all these pet peeves Goddammit to hell I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones I can't go anywhere I get so mad I can yell The other day someone got all elaborate And stuck a head from a fuckin' dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King they spit on my onion rings I think my karma is catching up with me Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me Life's been good to me so far Got friends on Facebook all over the world Not sure what that means they tell me it's good So I'm artist of the decade I even got a plaque I'd hang it up but the frame is all cracked I'm trying to be lowkey hopefully nobody notices me In produce hunched over giant nosebleed Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me Embarrassed I just did Comerica with Hova Show's over I'm hiding in Kroger buying groceries He just had front row seats told me to sign this poster Then insults me wow up close didn't know you had crow's feet I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco Sloppy Joe's buck waffles Got caught picking my nose ah Look over see these two hot hoes Finger still up in one of my nostrils Right next to 'em stuck at the light This fucking shit is taking forever to change I'm stuck these bitches are loving it rubbing it in Chuckling couldn't do nothing play it off 'What you bumping Trunk Muzik Yelawolf's better fucking bitch They 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 after Recovery Was so highly coveted but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip Hoppin' out shrubbery on you sons of bitches Wrong subdivison to fuck with bitch Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids I love my city but you pushed me to my limit what a pity The shit I complain about It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out Kool Aid stain on the couch I'd never get it out Bitch I got an elevator in my house Ants and a mouse I'm living the dream Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me Life's been good to me so far