[00:00.00] 作词 : Eminem/Mike Elizondo/Jesse Weaver/Joseph Fidler Walsh
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Eminem/Mike Elizondo/Jesse Weaver/Joseph Fidler Walsh
[00:00.0]I own a mansion, but live in a house
[00:06.820]A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
[00:11.570]I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half full
[00:16.580]But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew
[00:21.220]This always happens, 30 minutes from home
[00:24.60]Gotta lay a long cable and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
[00:27.70]In a public stall dropping a football
[00:29.320]So every time someone walks in the john like at Madden
[00:32.60]''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
[00:34.550]And you're asking me for my got damn autograph on a napkin?
[00:36.740]Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
[00:39.550]Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
[00:41.910]''Thanks, dawg, name's Todd, a big fan''
[00:44.210]I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
[00:46.810]Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end
[00:50.60]Can't park my without causing an accident
[00:51.660]Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the ****ing tras
[00:54.200]Without someone passing through my sub harassing
[00:56.340]I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
[00:58.190]I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash
[01:00.640]But the antacid is my stomach gas
[01:03.40]I mix my corn with my ****ing mas
[01:05.239]Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bucking ass
[01:08.140]Missouri Southern roots, what the **** is upperclas
[01:10.690]Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
[01:13.80]Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass
[01:15.490]Stuck in the past, iPod, what the **** is that
[01:18.70]B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
[01:20.900]Maybe that's why I feel so strange
[01:23.560]Got it all, but I still won't change
[01:25.600]Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
[01:27.950]It's the motivation that keeps me going
[01:30.240]This is the inspiration I need
[01:32.390]I can never turn my back on a city that made me
[01:34.690](Life's been good to me so far)
[01:38.320]They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
[01:41.90]Don't know what the **** I would do if it weren't ra
[01:43.479]Probably be a giant turd-sack
[01:45.120]But I blew, never turned back
[01:46.630]Turned 40 and still sag
[01:48.130]Teenagers act more ****ing mature, Jac
[01:50.340]**** you gonna say to me
[01:51.880]I leave on my own terms, b***h, I'm going berzer
[01:54.479]My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
[01:56.580]I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag
[01:59.380]Her eyeliners ran, her skirt snag
[02:01.40]And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag
[02:03.240]****ing my Hanes shirt ta
[02:04.530]You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag
[02:07.30]We'd be the perfect match
[02:08.229]Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag
[02:09.630]My apologies, no disrespect to technology
[02:12.280]But what the heck is all of these buttons?
[02:14.430]You expect me to sit here and learn that?
[02:16.40]What the **** I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda
[02:18.390]Be an expert at computers?
[02:20.350]I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
[02:24.130]I'm still on my first manual from Zelda
[02:25.829]Nintendo, b***h, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt th
[02:28.780]Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
[02:30.870]Make a sandwich with welch's and belch
[02:32.770]They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
[02:34.760]I think there's more white trash from the trailer
[02:36.490]welfare mentality helps to
[02:39.480]Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
[02:42.680]Managed to dwell within these perimeters
[02:44.920]Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
[02:46.720]I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
[02:49.10]Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
[02:52.90]With all these pet peeves
[02:53.490]God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
[02:56.880]I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell the
[02:59.670]Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a ****ing dead cat in my mailbo
[03:03.810]Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
[03:06.900]I think my karma is catching up with me
[03:09.140]Maybe that's why I feel so strange
[03:10.940]Got it all, but I still won't change
[03:13.140]Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
[03:15.630]It's the motivation that keeps me going
[03:18.170]This is the inspiration I need
[03:19.910]I can never turn my back on a city that made me
[03:22.250](Life's been good to me so far)
[03:26.140]Got friends on facebook, all over the world
[03:32.240]Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good
[03:37.70]So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque
[03:42.310]I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked
[03:46.840]I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
[03:49.930]In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
[03:52.480]Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
[03:55.20]By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
[03:57.270]Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
[03:59.370]Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying groceries
[04:01.970]He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster
[04:04.450]Then insults me ''wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet''
[04:07.440]I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco
[04:10.190]Sloppy Joe's, buck waffles
[04:11.780]Got caught picking my nose, ah
[04:13.320]Look over see these two hot hoes
[04:14.910]Finger still up in one of my nostrils
[04:16.860]Right next to 'em stuck at the light
[04:18.740]This ****ing shit is taking forever to chang
[04:20.730]I'm stuck, these ****ers are loving it rubbing it i
[04:22.980]Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
[04:24.520]''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', ****ing bitc
[04:26.910]They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it
[04:30.10]The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery
[04:32.659]Was so highly coveted, but what good is a ****ing recovery if I fumble it
[04:36.600]Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get to quit
[04:39.0]Hopping on on you sons of b***he
[04:40.400]Wrong subdivison to **** with, bitc
[04:42.600]Quit snapping ****ing pictures of my kid
[04:44.340]I love my , but you push me to my limit, what a pity
[04:46.230]The shit I complain abou
[04:47.770]It's like there ain't a butt in the sky and it's raining out
[04:50.360]Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
[04:52.400]B***h, I got an elevator in my hous
[04:54.450]I'm living the dream
[04:56.940]Maybe that's why I feel so strange
[04:58.830]Got it all, but I still won't change
[05:01.330]Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
[05:03.270]It's the motivation that keeps me going
[05:05.470]This is the inspiration I need
[05:07.630]I can never turn my back on a city that made me
[05:09.920](Life's been good to me so far)

作词 : Eminem/Mike Elizondo/Jesse Weaver/Joseph Fidler Walsh
作曲 : Eminem/Mike Elizondo/Jesse Weaver/Joseph Fidler Walsh
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 is half empty, gasket just blew
This always happens, 30 minutes from home
Gotta lay a long cable and only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john like at Madden
''Shady, what up?''- What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my got damn 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 ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him ''Todd, you're the shit'' when does all of this crap end
Can't park my without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the ****ing tras
Without someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow then bass suffering from succotash
But the antacid is my stomach gas
I mix my corn with my ****ing mas
Potato, so what, ho, kiss my country bucking ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the **** is upperclas
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper
Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the **** 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 can never turn my back on a city that made me
(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 would do if it weren't ra
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned 40 and still sag
Teenagers act more ****ing mature, Jac
**** you gonna say to me
I leave on my own terms, b***h, I'm going berzer
My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has
I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag
Her eyeliners ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag
****ing my Hanes shirt ta
You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, 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 is all of these buttons?
You expect me to sit here and learn that?
What the **** I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda
Be an expert at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first manual from Zelda
Nintendo, b***h, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt th
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with welch's and belch
They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the trailer
welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these perimeters
Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper
I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet peeves
God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones
I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell the
Other day someone got little elaborate and stuck a ****ing dead cat in my mailbo
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is 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 can never turn my back on a city that made me
(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 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
Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroeger buying 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 crossroad lost till shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, 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 ****ing shit is taking forever to chang
I'm stuck, these ****ers are loving it rubbing it i
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', ****ing bitc
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 ****ing recovery if I fumble it
Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get to quit
Hopping on on you sons of b***he
Wrong subdivison to **** with, bitc
Quit snapping ****ing pictures of my kid
I love my , but you push me to my limit, what a pity
The shit I complain abou
It's like there ain't a butt in the sky and it's raining out
Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out
B***h, I got an elevator in my hous
I'm living 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 can never turn my back on a city that made me
(Life's been good to me so far)