Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Computer, artist - B.o.B. Album song NAGA, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Genre
Song language: English
Bad Computer |
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 |
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 rappin' to it |
While blastin' Future |
And say that’s the future |
That’s the future |
If you’re lookin for trouble |
You ain’t gotta look far |
Without the presence of dark |
Wouldn’t- |
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 |
Nigga-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 a minute |
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 sitcom, lying on me passing |
(You are nearly conscious) |
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 overdid it |
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? |