I own a mansion, but live in a house
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A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
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I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half full
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But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew
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[Verse 1]
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This always happens, 30 minutes from home
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Gotta lay a log cabin and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
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In a public stall dropping a football
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So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
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''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
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And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
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Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
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Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
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''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big fan''
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I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
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Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end?
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Can't park my ass without causing an accident
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Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
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Without someone passing through my sub harassing
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I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
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I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash
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But the antacid is my stomach gas
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I mix my corn with my fucking mash
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Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
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Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upperclass
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Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
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Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass
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Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that?
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B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
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Hook:
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Maybe that's why I feel so strange
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Got it all, but I still won't change
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Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
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It's the motivation that keeps me going
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This is the inspiration I need
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I can never turn my back on a city that made me
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(Life's been good to me so far)
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[Verse 2]
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They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
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Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap
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Probably be a giant turd-sack
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But I blew, never turned back
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Turned 40 and still sag
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Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
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Fuck you gonna say to me?
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I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk
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My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
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I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag
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Her nylons ran, her skirt snag
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And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag
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Fucking my Hanes shirt tag
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You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
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We'd be the perfect match
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Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
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My apologies, no disrespect to technology
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But what the heck is all of these buttons?
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You expect me to sit here and learn that?
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Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda?
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Be an expert at computers?
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I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
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I'm still on my first manual from Zelda
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Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the
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Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
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Make a sandwich with welch's and belch
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They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
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I think there's more white trash from the trailer
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Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to
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Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
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Managed to dwell within these parameters
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Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
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I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
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Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
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With all these pet peeves
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God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
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I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the
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Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a fucking dead cat in my mailbox
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Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
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I think my karma is catching up with me
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Hook:
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Maybe that's why I feel so strange
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Got it all, but I still won't change
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Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
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It's the motivation that keeps me going
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This is the inspiration I need
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I can never turn my back on a city that made me
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(Life's been good to me so far)
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[Bridge]
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Got friends on facebook, all over the world
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Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
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So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
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I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
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[Verse 3]
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I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
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In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
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Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
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By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
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Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
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Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
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He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
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Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet"
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I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco
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Sloppy Joe's, buck waffles
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Got caught picking my nose, ah
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Look over see these two hot hoes
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Finger still up in one of my nostrils
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Right next to 'em stuck at the light
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This fucking shit is taking forever to change
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I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in
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Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
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''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch
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They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
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The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
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Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it?
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Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
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Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of bitches
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Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch
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Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids
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I love my titty, but you push me to my limit, what a pity
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The shit I complain about
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It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out
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Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
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Bitch, I got an elevator in my house
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Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream
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Hook:
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Maybe that's why I feel so strange
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Got it all, but I still won't change
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Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
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It's the motivation that keeps me going
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This is the inspiration I need
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I can never turn my back on a city that made me
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(Life's been good to me so far)
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So Far
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| Eminem |
