Songtexte PURPLE COMET - Cabra

Cabra!

I leave the planet on a purple comet
A man or a stray dog?
I'm Wallace and the Grommet
A crown for the king of fuckin' nothing
Yeah I don it
I'm crashing to the Earth
I was made up in a comet
I leave the planet on a purple comet
A man or a stray dog?
I'm Wallace and the Grommet
A crown for the king of fuckin' nothing
Yeah I don it
I'm crashing to the Earth
I was made up in a comet

What would you do if you knew you in the wrong place?
Wrong time, wrong year
I think my end is near
Would you try to change it up
Maybe brain replace?
Switch around a couple prongs
Think I lost a gear
I'm searching high and low
For a place to go
Remember all the homies how they used to call me bro
They think that I don't know
But I ain't moving slow
It's only few that really rooted when they watched me grow
And I don't mean to offend
Ain't no more hate in my heart
But if I become a trend
I know who's there from the start
Said what the fuck was a friend
I thought I played up my part
Guess it was all the pretend
Ain't really fuck with my art
But it's me, myself, and I
The Jekyll, the Hyde
Bitch the devil and the pride
If you got yourself nothing ever break yo stride
So sit back, and enjoy the fuckin' ride

I leave the planet on a purple comet
A man or a stray dog?
I'm Wallace and the Grommet
A crown for the king of fuckin' nothing
Yeah I don it
I'm crashing to the Earth
I was made up in a comet
I leave the planet on a purple comet
A man or a stray dog?
I'm Wallace and the Grommet
A crown for the king of fuckin' nothing
Yeah I don it
I'm crashing to the Earth
I was made up in a comet

I'm an alien
Relate with no mammalian
Call me with a crop circle
Landing in a stadium
Got the brass knuckles
Made it out of Vibranium
Talking all that shit
You catch a hook up to the cranium
Open your eyes, look at the view
I see the lies, I see the you
I gotta shine, will in a few
Getting what's mine, maybe the loot
Guess it's time to sit back down and open fruity loops
And if I make a better sound then fuckin' whoopty-whoop
Temporary shine
That's the bottom line
If she fine like wine maybe she mine
If not, I'm chilling like a grape on the vine
Wrath when I'm spittin' on the tape with that prime
I don't condone shit
Never to cold-quit
Outta the park hit (Ayy, ayy)
Leave in a purple comet (Ayy, ayy)
I don't condone shit
Never to cold-quit
Outta the park hit
Leave in a purple comet