Sean Oakley - So Far... lyrics

[Intro] I own a mansion, but live in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch I'm Mr. Brightside, gla** is half-full But my tank's half empty, gasket just blew [Verse 1] This always happens 30 minutes from home, gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have's McDonalds's bathroom In a public stall dropping a football, so every time someone walks in the John I get maddened "Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crappin' And you're asking 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 a** with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and Told him "Todd, you're the sh**"; when's all of this crap end? Can't pump my gas without causing an accident Pump my gas, cut my gra**, I can't take out the f**ing trash Without someone pa**ing through my sub hara**ing I'd count my blessings, but I s** at math I'd rather wallow than bask suffering succotash, but the ant-acid It gives my stomach gas When I mix my corn with my f**ing mashed Potatoes, so what, ho kiss my country bumpkin a** Missouri Southern roots, what the f** is upper cla** Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper, Tupperware in the cupboard, plastic ware up the a** Stuck in the past, iPod, what the f** is that B-Boy to the core, mule, I'm as stubborn as [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 cla**less, I heard that, I second and third that Don't know what the f** I'd be 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 f**ing mature, Jack f** you gonna say to me? I leave on my own terms a**hole 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, 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 is all of these bu*tons, you expect me to sit here and learn that? f** 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, I'm still on my first man on some Zelda Nintendo, b**h! 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 bu*ter is bad for my health but I think this poor white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford and welfare mentality helps ta 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 could yell the Other day someone got all elaborate and stuck a head from a f**ing dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings I think my karma is catching up with me [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) [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 got a plaque I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked [Verse 3] I'm trying to 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 Embarra**ed, 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, still shopping at Costco's Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles Got caught picking 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 f**ing sh**'s Taking forever to change, it's stuck, these b**hes are loving it Rubbing it in, chuckling Couldn't do nothing, play it off "What you bumping?" "Trunk Muzik, Yelawolf's better", f**ing b**h 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 f**ing recovery if I fumble it? Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip Hopping out shrubbery on you sons of b**hes Wrong subdivision to f** with b**h, quit snappin' f**ing pictures of my kids, I love my city But you pushed me to the limit, what a pity The sh** 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'll never get it out But b**h, I got an elevator in my house, ants and a mouse I'm living the dream [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)