I’m A Computer

Me and my always trying to write my wrongs out
Always trying to scratch the wasted time out
Me I’m like always trying to write my wrongs out
I’m a computer aging cloud

Me and my always trying to write my wrongs out
Pardon me I’m turkey pardon me I’m dark meat now
And you shut me up
You shove me on the block and you cut me up
You took on all my feathers and you pluck me out
That’s no way to treat a lady
That’s no way to treat a turkey
That’s the way we pass pain down