So Far...

I own a mansion but live in a house

A king sized bed but I sleep on the couch

I'm mister bright side

Glass is half full

But my tank's half empty

Gasket just blew

This always happens, thirty minutes from home

Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom

In a public stall droppin' a football

So every time someone walks in the john I get maddened

Shady, what up, what, c'mon, man, I'm crappin'

And you're askin' 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 Dog, name's Tod, a big fan

I wipe my ass with it, crumbled it up and then walked, thew it back and

Told him, Tod, you're the shit, when's all of this crap end?

Can't pump my gas without causin' an accident

Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the fuckin' trash

Without someone passin' through my sub, harassin'

I count my blessin's but I suck at math

I'd rather wallow than bask suffering succotash

But the antacid, is my stomach gas

When I mix my corn with my fuckin' mash

Potato, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass

Missouri southern roots, what the fuck is upper class?

All lunch dinner, call dinner summer 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

Maybe that's why I feel so strange

Got it all but I still want change

Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit

It's the motivation that keeps me goin'

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)

They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that

Don't know what the fuck I'd be doin' if it weren't rap

Prolly be a giant turd sack, but I blew, never turned back

Turned forty and still sag, teenagers act more fuckin' mature, Jack

Fuck you gonna say to me? I leave on my own terms, asshole

I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm gon' berserk

My nerves are bad but I love the perks my work has

I get to meet famous people, look at her dag, her nylon's are ran

Her skirt's snagged and I heard she drag races, swag

Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag, you're Danica Patrick, yeah?

Word, 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's all in 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 playstation, Im' still on my first, man, on some Zelda

Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the

Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put it 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, and 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 shells 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, goddamn it to hell

I can't stand all these kids with the camera cell phones

I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I could 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's catchin' up with me

Maybe that's why I feel so strange

Got it all but I still want change

Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit

It's the motivation that keeps me goin'

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)

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

Tryna be low key, 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

The show's over, I'm hidin' in Kroger, buyin' groceries

He just had front row seats, told me sign his poster

Then insults me, wow, up close didn't know you had crows feet

I'm at a crossroads lost, still shoppin' at Costco

Sloppy Jo's bulk waffles, got caught pickin' my nose, agh

Look over, see these two hot hoes, finger still up one of my nostrils

Right next to 'em stuck at the light

The fuckin' shit's takin' forever to change

Stuck, these bitches are lovin' it

Rubbin' it in, chucklin', couldn't do nothin', play it off

What you bumpin', Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better, fuckin' bitch

They want me to flip it, 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 fuckin' recovery if I fumble it?

'Cause I'ma drop the ball if I don't get a grip

Hoppin' out shrubbery on you sons of bitches

Wrong subdivision to fuck with, bitch

Quit snappin' fuckin' pictures of my kids

I love my city, but you pushed me to the limit, what a pity

This shit I complain about

It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky

And it's rainin' out

Cool aid stain  on the couch

I'll never get it out

Bitch, I got an elevator in my house

Ain't seen a mouse

I'm livin' the dream

Maybe that's why I feel so strange

Got it all but I still want change

Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit

It's the motivation that keeps me goin'

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)