Bad Computer Lyrics - B.o.b.

[Chorus] 

I've traveled so far 

Couldn't tell you how far 

Feels as though I have been 

A million places at once 

Many lives I have lived 

Many battles I've fought 

I've fought, and lost 

[Verse 1] 

Mass shooters 

Black rulers 

What's up to you half-truthers 

Hotep [?] 

That's humor 

I'm past the rumors 

I'm past the human 

The body is trash 

A bad computer 

A ghost, a ghost 

With massive tumors 

Can't threaten a nigga like me 

With death I'd be glad to do it 

And sprinkle my ashes on my Mac computer 

And rap into it 

While blastin' Future 

And say that's the future 

Thats the future 

[Interlude] 

If you're lookin for trouble 

You ain't gotta look far 

Without the presence of dark 

Wouldn't- 

[Verse 2] 

The year is 5625 

Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive 

Niggas is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky 

Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of their mind 

Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get some supplies 

Niggas is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why? 

Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied 

Since we all comrades, (let them niggas pre-locked up in them contracts) 

You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit 

If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist 

They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history 

They brought - they brought - they brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me 

They sent so many agents my way, I could start an agency 

(You are nearly conscious) 

It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me 

Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing 

Where the fuck's the manual? They can't understand me, they can't understand me 

All that shit must go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B 

(You are nearly conscious) 

Where do all of that go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing? 

This is just a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am only passing 

(You are nearly conscious) 

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[Chorus] 

I've traveled so far 

Couldn't tell you how far 

Feels as though I have been 

A million places at once 

Many lives I have lived 

Many battles I've fought 

I've fought, and lost 

If you're looking for trouble 

You ain't gotta look far 

Without the presence of dark 

Wouldn't be any stars 

You may know who I am 

But do you know who you are? 

(You are, you are) 

These roads, they don't go nowhere 

These half-ways are a dead end 

I've had my share of losses 

I've had my share of lessons 

And I sure know what hell is 

And I ask you this question 

If we, ourselves, ain't perfect 

Then how could we know what heaven is like? 

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