So Far...

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[Verse 1]
[Am]I ow[Dm]n a m[F]an sion,[Em][Am]
but [Dm]live in a [C]house
[F]A king-size bed, bed[Em],
but I [Dm]sleep on the [C]couch
[F]I'm Mr. Bri[Em]ghtside, gla[Dm]ss is half ful[C]l
[F]But my tank is half [Em]empty,
[Dm]gasket just [C]blew

[Verse 2]
[Am]This always happens,
thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a [A]log cabin,
only option [Am]I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public [A]stall, dropping [Am]a football
So every time someone walks
in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come [A]on, man,
I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my goddam
[Am]n 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 Tod[A]d, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it,
crumbled [Am]it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd,
you're the shit" when's [A]all of this crap end?
Can't pump my [Am]gas without
[G]causing an acci[Am]dent
Pump my gas, [A]cut my grass,
I can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone [Am]passing
through my sub', harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I [A]suck at math
[Am]I'd rather wallow than bask,
sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with my
fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho,
kiss my country bumpkin ass
[A]Missouri Southern roots,
[Dm]what the fuck is upper-class?
[A]Call Call lunch dinner, call dinner [Am]supper
[A]Tupperware in the cupboard,
[Am]plasticware up the ass
Stuck in the [A]past,
iPod, what the fuck is that?
B-boy to [Dm]to the core, [A]mule,
I'm a [Am]stubborn ass

[Verse 3]
[F]Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
[Am]Maybe that's why I can't leave
Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
[F]This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my [Am]back on a city
that made [G]me and
[C](Life's been good [G]to me
so [Am]far)

[Verse 4]
They call me classless, I heard that, [Am]I second
and third that
Don't know what the fuck
I'd doing if it [A]weren't rap
[Am]Probably be a giant turd-sack
But But I blew, never turned back
Turned forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you gonna say to [A]me?
I leave on my own terms, as[Am]shole,
I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad,
but I love the perks my work [A]has
I get to meet [Am]famous people,
look at her, dag
Her nylons ran, her skirt's [F]snagged
And I [A]heard she drag-races, swag
[Am]swag
Tuck in my Hanes shirt tag
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work,
skag
We'd be the [A]perfect match
[Am]'Cause you're a vacuum,
I'm a dirtbag
My apologies,
[A]no disrespect to tech[Am]nology
But what the heck is all
of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn that?
[A]Fuck I gotta do to hear this
new song from Luda?
[Am]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 from Zelda
Nintendo, bitch, run, [A]jump, punch,
[Dm]stab and I melt the
Mozzarella on [Am]my spaghetti,
put in on bread
Make a sandwich
with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's
bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash
[A]from the trail[Am]er
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 cramming the shelves
full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help [Dm]it, this is the
hand I was dealt, [Am]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 [Dm]go anywhere,
I get so mad [G]I could yell, [Dm]the
Other [G]day someone got all elaborant
And stuck a head from a fuck
[Em]in' dead cat [A]in my mail[Dm]box
Went to [F]Burger King,
they spit on my [Am]onion rings
I think my karma is catch
[F]ing up with me

[Verse 5]
Maybe that's why I feel so [F]strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
[Am]Maybe that's why I can't leave
Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
[F]This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my [G]back on a city [Am]that
made [G]me and
[C](Life's been good [G]to me [Am]so f[F]ar)
Got friends [Em]on Facebook, all

[Verse 6]
[Dm]over the [C]world
[F]Not sure what tha[Em]t mea[C]ns,
they [Dm]tell me it's [C]good
[F]So I'm artist of the dec[C]ade,
[Dm]I even got [C]a plaque
[F]I'd hang it up,[Em]
[C]but the [Dm]frame is all [C]cracked

[Verse 7]
I'm try[Am]ing 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
The show's over,
I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
He just had front-row seats, 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 crossroads, lost,
still shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two [A]hot hoes
Finger still [Dm]up one of my nostrils
[Am]Right next to 'em stuck
at the light
The fucking shit's taking
forever to change
It's stuck, these bitches are loving it,
rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing,
play it off
"What you bumping? Trunk
[Dm]Muzik? Yelawolf's better," fucking bitch[Am]
They want me to flip at the label,
[A]but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want [Am]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'ma drop the ball
if I don't get a grip
Hopping on shrub[A]bery
on you sons of bitches
[Am]Wrong subdivision to fuck with, bitch
Quit snapping [G]fucking
pictures of my kids
I love my city, [Am]but you push me to the 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 stain on the couch,
I'll never get it out
But bitch, I got [Dm]an elevator in my house
Ants and a mouse,
I'm living the [F]dream

[Verse 8]
Maybe that's why I feel so [F]strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
[Am]Maybe that's why I can't leave
Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
[F]This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my [Am]back on a city
that made me and
[G](Life'sbeen [C]good to [G]me so far)
[Am]