Little_sub_brat: I own a mansion but live in a house A king-size 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's 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? Come on, 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 Todd, a big fan" I Wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad threw it back and Told 'im, "Todd, 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'd count my blessings but I suck 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 fuckin' mashed Potatoes, so what hoe kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri southern roots, what the fuck is upper class? Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper, Tupperware in the cupboard plastic ware 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 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 could 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 Probably 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'll leave on my own terms ass Hole I'm going berserk, 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) 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 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 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 it 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 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 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, God damn it 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 fuckin' dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings I think my karma's catching up with me
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 could 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
I'm tryin' to be low-key, hopefully nobody notices me In produce, hunched over, giant nose bleed 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 to sign his 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's Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles Got caught pickin' my nose (aaghh!) 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, it's 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 at the label, but I won't succumb to it The pressure, they want me to follow up with a Nother one after Recovery was so highly coveted But what good is a fuckin' recovery if I fumble it? 'Cause I'mma 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 The shit I complain about It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky, and it's rainin' out Kool-Aid stain on the couch, I'll never get it out But, bitch, I got an elevator in my house, ants and a mouse I'm livin' the dream
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 could never turn my back on a city that made me And "life's been good to me so far
A king-size 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's 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? Come on, 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 Todd, a big fan" I
Wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad threw it back and
Told 'im, "Todd, 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'd count my blessings but I suck 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 fuckin' mashed
Potatoes, so what hoe kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri southern roots, what the fuck is upper class?
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper, Tupperware in the cupboard plastic ware 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 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 could 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
Probably 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'll leave on my own terms ass
Hole I'm going berserk, 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) 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 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 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 it 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 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 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, God damn it 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 fuckin' dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma's catching up with me
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 could 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
I'm tryin' to be low-key, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce, hunched over, giant nose bleed
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 to sign his 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's
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught pickin' my nose (aaghh!) 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, it's 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 at the label, but I won't succumb to it
The pressure, they want me to follow up with a
Nother one after Recovery was so highly coveted
But what good is a fuckin' recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'mma 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
The shit I complain about
It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky, and it's rainin' out
Kool-Aid stain on the couch, I'll never get it out
But, bitch, I got an elevator in my house, ants and a mouse
I'm livin' the dream
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 could never turn my back on a city that made me
And "life's been good to me so far