So Far... (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Mike Elizondo/Jesse Weaver/Joseph Fidler Walsh

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Mike Elizondo/Jesse Weaver/Joseph Fidler Walsh

Produced by：Rick Rubin

I own a mansion but live in a house

A king-size bed but I sleep on the couch

I'm Mr. Brightside 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 McDonalds'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 dawg Name's Todd a big fan

I wiped my a*s with it crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and

Told him Todd you're the ****

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 ******* trash

Without someone passin' through my sub harassin'

I'd count my blessings but I suck at math

I'd rather wallow than bask sufferin' succotash

But the ant-acid it gives my stomach gas

When I mix my corn with my ******* mashed

Potatoes so what

Ho kiss my country bumpkin a*s

Missouri Southern roots what the **** is upper class

Call lunch dinner call dinner supper

Tupperware in the cupboard plasticware up the a*s

Stuck in the past—iPod what the **** is that

B-Boy to the core mule I'm a stubborn a*s

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 goin'

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 **** I'd be doin' 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 ******* mature Jack

**** you gonna say to me

I'll leave on my own terms asshole

I'm goin' 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 *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

**** 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 ***** 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 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 goddamn 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 ******* dead cat in my mailbox

Went to Burger King—they spit on my onion rings

I think my karma's catchin' 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 goin'

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 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 hidin' in Kroger buyin' 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 crossroads lost still shoppin' at Costco's

Sloppy Joe's bulk waffles

Got caught pickin' my nose agh

Look over see these two hot h*es

Finger still up one of my nostrils

Right next to 'em stuck at the light the ******* ******

Takin' forever to change it's stuck these ****** are lovin' it

Rubbin' it in chucklin' couldn't do nothin'

Play it off what you bumpin'

Trunk Muzik Yelawolf's better ******* *****

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 ******* recovery if I fumble it

'Cause I'ma drop the ball if I don't get a grip

Hoppin' out shrubbery on you sons of *******

Wrong subdivision to **** with *****

Quit snappin' ******* pictures of my kids

I love my city but you pushed me to the limit

What a pity

The **** 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 ***** 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 goin'

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