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