Eminem So Far...

Đóng góp: [Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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 droppin' a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get maddened
"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 pump my gas 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 than bask suffering succotash
But the antacid gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what, ho kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in the 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

[Hook]
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 and
(Life's been good to me so far)

[Verse 2]
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 fuckin' 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 are ran, her skirt's snagged
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 man on some 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 this poor 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 crammin' the shelves full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt a
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 catchin' up with me

[Hook]

[Bridge]
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 gotta plaque
I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
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