PURPLE COMET - 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 outta 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