Cosmic Cadillac

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Cosmic Cadillac

Cosmic Cadillac, cruisin' through the haze,
It'll take you to a place beyond these troubled days.
Velvet seats and neon lights, the speakers spill the groove,
Forget the world you left behind, just let your body move.

Aight, I'm pullin' out the driveway in a chrome-plated beast,
Polished to perfection, got my haters lookin' deceased.
Neighbors sayin', "Son, where you goin' in that ancient ride?"
I tell 'em, "Straight up to the stars, got my own party inside."
Got a subwoofer in the trunk that's known to shake the planet,
I don't just spit a rap, I give a sermon, can you stand it?
A sermon for the weary souls in concrete-colored boxes,
My flow's a southern breeze that's knockin' down all your defenses.
At the red light, some new electric whip is pullin' up beside me,
The driver's lookin' down his nose, like my old school is untidy.
So I just turn the bass up louder, make his windows start to rattle,
While he's caught up in the trends, I'm winnin' a whole different battle.
The battle for the funk, the real, the stuff that's gonna last,
So sorry, player, but your future's movin' way too fast.
My road is past the known horizon, where there ain't no cops or signs,
I'm the captain of this vessel, and I'm ready for the times.

Cosmic Cadillac, cruisin' through the haze,
It'll take you to a place beyond these troubled days.
Velvet seats and neon lights, the speakers spill the groove,
Forget the world you left behind, just let your body move.

(Yeah!) But what if time is just a merry-go-round, you see?
And we're just spinning on it, for the whole galaxy to see?
And what if all the stars above are just some porch lights in the sky,
That somebody forgot to switch off when they waved the world goodbye?
I'm sittin' in the back seat, in a velvet paradise,
And I'm cookin' up a rhyme that's made of sugar, soul, and spice.
I'm on the edge of everything, where dolphins speak in cursive,
And all the world's anxieties feel totally immersive... but distant.
My brain is like a disco ball, it's catchin' beams of light,
And turnin' shades of mournful blue to somethin' warm and bright.
I wear my socks with sandals, 'cause I truly do not care,
What some critic's gonna write about the funky clothes I wear.
'Cause I'm the leading man in my own motion picture show,
A little weird, a little wild, but got that inner glow.
So please, don't try to box me in with all your silly rules,
I'm flyin' off to Saturn, breakin' out of all the schools... of thought.

They tell me, "Keep it simple."
I ask them, "What's the use?"
'Cause in the complication,
You find your own excuse...
To be you... to be free...
Don't you agree...?

Cruisin' through the haze...
Spill the groove...
Let your body move...
Cosmic Cadillac...