I own a mansion but live in a house

I'm Mr Brightside glass is half full

But my tank is half empty gas kit 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

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 a** with it

Crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and

Told him ''Todd you're the sh*t''

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 f**king trash

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 f**king mash

Potato so what ho kiss my country bucking a**

Missouri Southern roots what the f**k is upperclass

Call lunch dinner call dinner supper

Tupperware in a covered plastic wear up the a**

Stuck in the past iPod what the f**k is that

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

They call me classless I heard that

I second and third that

Don't know what the f**k I would doing if it weren't rap

But I blew never turned back

Turned 40 and still sag

Teenagers act more f**king mature Jack

F**k you gonna say to me

I leave on my own terms asshole I'm 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 eyeliners ran her skirt snag

F**king my Hanes shirt tag

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

F**k 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**ch 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 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 f**king 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 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

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 f**king sh*t is taking forever to change

I'm stuck these b**ches are loving it rubbing it in

Chuckling couldn't do nothing play it off

''What you bumping Trunk Muzik

Yelawolf's better'' f**king b**ch

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 f**king 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**ches

Wrong subpison to f**k with b**ch

Quit snapping f**king pictures of my kids

I love my but you push me to my limit what a pity

The sh*t I complain about

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**ch I got an elevator in my house

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