So Far by Eminem
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SO FAR.. - EMINEM
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Tabbed by: linkme620
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: standard
not that complicated, most of it from Joe Walsh's "Life's Been Good", and one part from
"The Real Slim Shady"
INTRO:
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Strum Dm only once every other time and than quickly switch to C (on 'sleep on the
couch' and 'gasket just blew')
F C Dm C
I own a mansion, but live in a house
F C Dm C
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
F C Dm C
I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half full
F C Dm C
But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew
play this during the verse;
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Verse 1:
This always happens
30 minutes from home, gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have's McDonalds's bathroom
In a public stall dropping a football, so every time someone walks in the john I get maddene
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crappin'
And you're asking me 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 ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him "Todd, you're the shit"; when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my gas without causing an accident
Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my sub harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask suffering succotash, but the ant-
Acid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what, ho kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper class
Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper, Tupperware in the cupboard, plastic ware up the ass
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that
B-Boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Hook:
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Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
NOW choose; play Am or;
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Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
*ONLY ONCE
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This is the inspiration I need
I can never turn my back on a city that made me
F G Am
(Life's been good to me so far)
Verse 2:
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They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I would doing 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 fucking mature, Jack
Fuck 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 nylons ran, her skirt snag
And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag
Fucking my Hanes shirt tag
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?
Fuck 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, bitch, 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
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford 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 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
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