Cruisin The Cosmos

A song about blasting off into the nebulas your car turning into a space ready hyper ship with your trusty companions by your side ! on the adventure of a lifetime !!! --- # **🚀 “CRUISIN THE COSMOS” — Kane & Onie ft. Frank the Space Rottweiler** --- ## **🌌 INTRO Gold and red caddy sittin’ low in the starlight, Chrome rims hummin’ like a nebula at midnight. Kane twist the key — engine coughs, then glows, Panels slide back, whole whip starts to levitate slow. Onie in the passenger seat with a grin so wide, Says, “Boy… this ain’t a car no more — this a cosmic ride.” Frank in the back, tail thumpin’ like a bass drum, Space‑dog goggles on, ready for whatever’s to come. --- ## **🌠 CHORUS **tripped out smokin blue diesel grade A shit its fine rolling passed aliens of all kinds all fucked up on cosmic alien dope got there spaceships smucked up all types of shit so we roll past and dip hit the playlist pour some goose and light another spilff cuz when we cruisin the cosmos this caddy never quits and when it comes to the knowledge my mouth always spits** --- ## **🔥 VERSE 1 — Kane Caddy do a backflip, panels shift, now we drift, Warp‑drive kickin’ like a mule in a cosmic rift. I’m talkin’ solar‑flare leather with the meteor stitch, Comet‑dust polish on the dash — that’s rich. Slide through Saturn’s rings like a blade through smoke, Got a pocket full of stardust, lungs full of hope. Onie laughin’ in the seat, Frank barkin’ at a star, Whole squad lookin’ like we stole heaven’s car. Hit hyperspace sideways, chrome wings spread, Red‑gold paint job glowin’ like a god’s forehead. Aliens pointin’, floatin’, trippin’, tweakin’, One with seven eyes said, “Bro, your whip’s speakin’.” Caddy said, “Welcome aboard, buckle up, don’t choke,” Then blasted past a moon made entirely of smoke. I’m talkin’ cosmic confetti, asteroid spaghetti, Got a plasma‑beam machete in the glovebox ready. Knowledge spillin’ out my mouth like a waterfall of math, I’m the Norfolk County prophet on a hyperspace path. Every planet that we pass gets blessed by the chrome, Every galaxy we enter feels a shift in the tone. We ain’t drivin’, we glidin’, we slicin’ through time, Every rhyme I spit bends gravity’s spine. This ain’t a joyride — this a myth in motion, Caddy surfin’ on the edge of a quantum ocean. --## **🌠 CHORUS **tripped out smokin blue diesel grade A shit its fine rolling passed aliens of all kinds all fucked up on cosmic alien dope got there spaceships smucked up all types of shit so we roll past and dip hit the playlist pour some goose and light another spilff cuz when we cruisin the cosmos this caddy never quits and when it comes to the knowledge my mouth always spits**- ## **💫 VERSE 2 — Onie I’m Onie Wise in the passenger side, Hair floatin’ like smoke in the cosmic tide. Got a bottle of Goose and a playlist loaded, Every beat hit hard like a star exploded. I’m vibin’, slidin’, eyes half‑closed, Feelin’ every ripple in the space‑time road. Kane drivin’ like he born in the void, Frank barkin’ at meteors like “Boy, get destroyed.” I’m the cosmic queen with a neon grin, Every planet we pass wanna let me in. Stars wink at me, galaxies flirt, I’m the baddest thing floatin’ in a red‑gold skirt. --- ## **🐾 VERSE 3 — KANE Frank in the backseat puffin’ second‑hand smoke, German Rottie lungs strong — that ain’t no joke. He sip peach schnapps from a tiny chrome cup, Tail waggin’ so hard it make the stars light up. He drink so much schnapps it’s a cosmic fact, Cuz he German to the bone — they built like that. Germans love schnapps, that’s cultural code, So Frank keep sippin’ while we cruise the road. He bark at aliens, drool on asteroids, Growl at cosmic cops like “I’m unemployed.” He love schnapps, he love smoke, he love Kane and Onie, He the space‑dog king — ain’t nobody dethrone he. --- ## ** MINI‑BRIDGE Frank floatin’ in the cabin like a schnapps‑powered drone, Peach fumes in his breath, second‑hand smoke in his tone. He howl at a black hole like “Yo, spin back this track,” Then sip schnapps cuz he German — it’s in his DNA stack. Tail thumpin’ like thunder in a cosmic storm, Eyes glossy from the smoke keepin’ space‑dog warm. He a galaxy‑certified, schnapps‑drinkin’ beast, Barkin’ at meteors like “I run this feast.” --- ## **🌌 BRIDGE Caddy hummin’ like a choir in the vacuum of night, Panels glowin’ red‑gold, paint drippin’ light. We ain’t lost — we just driftin’ where the universe fits, Three souls, one ship, infinite cosmic hits. --- ## **🌠 CHORUS **tripped out smokin blue diesel a grade shit is fine rolling passed aliens of all kinds all fucked up on weird cosmic alien dope got there spaceships smucked up all types of shit so we roll past and dip hit the playlist pour some goose and light another spilff cuz when we cruisin the cosmos this caddy never quits and when it comes to the knowledge my mouth always spits** --- ## **🌑 OUTRO Gold and red caddy touch down on a comet’s spine, Frank snorin’, Onie smilin’, stars fall in line. Kane steps out, cosmic dust on his kicks, Mouth still glowin’ with the knowledge he spits. Galaxy quiet… Universe listens… Cosmic of forever — This caddy never quits.