He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine He's bad, he's Cee Lo Green But you can just call him the soul machine Now I came here for you to love, it's computer love I make them cut through the rug when I do the club I can take some mental electric s**, refuting love But Gunplay will be graphic if I do the thug The day to day experience is the data that I download And then remaster onto a rapture Abracadabra before and after, over and over Losing account of all the dreams that I sold ya But then I gave ya, at the speed of light trying to save ya Then I go and now come back a row, whoa And oh I'm technic to God in a fashion But you can just call me Lo Go Whenever you want some soul Start him up Whenever you need some soul Start him up See he's been given the power To take you wherever you want to go Start him up And tell him what you want Once you start up the soul machine You will see what I mean Open your eyes and enjoy the dream He can do anything He's bad