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[Intro]I own a mansion, but live in a houseA king-size bed, but I sleep on the couchI'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half fullBut my tank is half empty, gas kit just blew[Verse 1]This always happens, 30 minutes from homeGotta lay a long cableand only option I have is McDonald's bathroomIn a public stall dropping a footballSo every time someone walks in the john like at Madden''Shady, what up? ''- What? Come on, man, I'm crappingAnd you're asking me for my godamn autograph on a napkin?Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissueYeah, 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 [?] back andTold him ''Todd, you're the shit''when does all of this crap end?Can't park my [?] without causing an accidentPuff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trashWithout someone passing through my sub harassingI'd count my blessings, but I suck at mathI'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotashBut the [?] is my stomach asI mix my corn with my fucking mashPotato, so what, ho, kiss my country bucking assMissouri Southern roots, what the fuck is up with glass?Call lunch dinner, call dinner supperTupperware in a covered plastic wear up the assStuck 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 strangeGot it all, but I still won't changeMaybe that's why I can't leave DetroitIt's the motivation that keeps me goingThis is the inspiration I needI can never turn my back on a city that made me(Life's been good to me so far)[Verse 2]They call me [?] , I heard that, I second and third thatDon't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rapProbably be a giant turd-sackBut I blew, never turned backTurned 40 and still sagTeenagers act more fucking mature, JackFuck you gonna say to me?I live on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerkMy nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work hasI get to meet famous people, look at her, dadHer eyeliners ran, her skirt snagAnd I heard she drag-races, burp* swagFucking my Hanes shirt tagYou're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skagWe'd be the perfect matchCause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbagMy apologies, no disrespect to technologyBut 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 and expert at computers?I'd rather be an encyclopedia [?] PlaystationI'm still on my first manual from ZeldaNintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt theMozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on breadMake a sandwich with [?] and beltsThey say it's [?] , but it's bad for my healthBut I think there's more white trash from the trailer[?] welfare mentality helps to keep me groundedthat's why I never take full advantage of wealthI Managed to dwell within these perimetersstill cramming the shells full of hamburger helperI can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to[?] a habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelterWith all these pet peevesGot dammit to hellI can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphonesI can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell theOther day someone got little elaborateand stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailboxWent to Burger King, they spit on my onion ringsI think my karma is catching up with me[Hook]Maybe that's why I feel so strangeGot it all, but I still won't changeMaybe that's why I can't leave DetroitIt's the motivation that keeps me goingThis is the inspiration I needI can never turn my back on a city that made me(Life's been good to me so far)[Bridge]Got friends on facebook, all over the worldNot sure what that means, they tell me it's goodSo I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaqueI'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked[Verse 3]Trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me[?] got punched over, giant nosebleedAs I mosey over to the frozen isleBy the frozen yogurt this guy approached meEmbarrassed, I just did [?] America with HovaShow's over, I'm hiding in [?] buying groceriesHe had front row seats, told me to sign this posterThen insults me ''wow, up closedidn't know you had gross feet''Still shopping at CostcoSloppy Joe's, buck wafflesGot caught picking my nose, ahLook over see these two hot hoesFinger still stuck up in one of my nostrilsRight next to him stuck at the lightThis fucking shit is taking forever to changeI'm stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it inCouldn't do nothing, play it off''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better''fucking bitchThey want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to itThe pressure, they want me to follow upwith another one after RecoverySo highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recoveryif I fumble it?Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get to quitOn you sons of bitchesQuit snapping pictures of my fucking kidsI love my [?] , but you push me to my limit, what a pityThe shit I complain aboutIt's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining outKool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it outBitch, I got an elevator in my house[?] I'm living the dream[Hook]
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