Lyrics White Walls - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat.ScHoolboy Q & Hollis
I
wanna
be
free,
I
wanna
just
live
Inside
my
Cadillac,
That
is
my
shit
And
I
throw
it
up
(I
throw
that
up)
That′s
what
it
is
(that's
what
it
is)
In
my
C.A.D.I.L.L.A.C
bitch
(biatch)
Can′t
see
me
through
my
tints
(nah
ah)
I'm
riding
real
slow
(slow
motion)
In
my
paint
wet
drippin
shorty
like
my
24's
(Umbrella)
I
ain′t
got
24′s
(no
oh)
But
I'm
on
those
Vogues
That′s
those
big
white
walls,
round
them
hundred
spokes
Old
school
like
Olde
English
in
that
brown
paper
bag
I'm
rolling
in
that
same
whip
that
my
granddad
had
Hello
haters,
Damn
y′all
mad
30k
on
the
Caddy,
now
how
backpack
rap
is
that?
Got
that
off-black
Cadillac,
midnight
drive
Got
that
gas
pedal,
leaning
back,
taking
my
time
I'm
blowin′
that
roof
off,
letting
in
sky
I
shine,
the
city
never
looked
so
bright
Man
I'm
lounging
in
some
shit
Bernie
Mac
would've
been
proud
of
Looking
down
from
heaven
like
damn
that′s
stylish
Smilin′,
don't
pay
attention
to
the
mileage
Can
I
hit
the
freeway?
I′m
legally
going
120
Easy
weaving
in
and
out
of
the
traffic
They
cannot
catch
me,
I'm
smashing
I′m
ducking
bucking
them
out
here
I'm
like
go
fuckin
their
tastic,
I
am
up
in
a
classic
Now
I
know
what
it′s
like
under
the
city
lights
Riding
into
the
night,
driving
over
the
bridge
The
same
one
we
walked
across
as
kids
Knew
I'd
have
a
whip
but
never
one
like
this
Old
school,
old
school,
Candy
paint,
two
seater
Yea,
I'm
from
Seattle,
There′s
hella
Honda
Civics
I
couldn′t
tell
you
about
paint
neither
But
I
really
want
the
Caddy
so
I
put
in
the
hours
And
roll
on
over
to
the
dealer
And
I
found
the
car,
junior,
problem
with
this
geezer
Got
the
keys
in
and
as
I
was
leaving
I
started
screaming
Got
that
off-black
Cadillac,
midnight
drive
Got
that
gas
pedal,
leaning
back,
taking
my
time
I'm
blowin′
that
roof
off,
letting
in
sky
I
shine,
the
city
never
looked
so
bright
Backwoods
and
dope
White
hoes
in
the
backseat
snorting
coke
She
doing
line
after
line
like
she's
writing
rhymes
I
had
it
hella
my
love,
tryna
blow
her
mind
Cadillac
pimpin′,
my
uncle
was
on
14
years
out
so
excuse
me
and
my
niggas
was
gone
Sendin'
portions
of
his
liquor,
water
in
the
Patron
Rather
smiling
like
I
won
the
fucking
lottery
homes
(Fuckin′
lottery
homes)
Tires
with
the
spokes
on
it
in
the
4-2
Mustard
and
mayonnaise,
keeping
the
buns
on
'em
My
dogs
hanging
out
the
window
Young
as
whoosh,
fuckin
like
we
ball
Tryna
fuck
em
all,
kill
the
fuckin
wimps
See
what's
poppin′
at
the
mall,
meet
a
bad
bitch
Slap
her
booty
with
my
palms
You
can
smoke
the
pussy,
I
was
tearing
down
the
walls
I′m
motherfuckin'
off
Son,
swear
these
eyes
tryna
hypnotize
Grip
the
leather
steering
wheel
while
I
grip
the
thighs
See
the
lust
stuck
up
in
her
eyes
Maybe
she
like
the
ride
or
did
she
like
the
smoke?
Girl
does
she
want
it
low?
This
shit
a
Coupe
de
Ville
so
you′ll
never
know
So
we
cool
with
niggas,
my
nigga
fuck
the
limit
Got
a
window
tinted
for
showing
gangstas
in
it
Slice
off
when
the
gas
is
finished,
Q
Got
that
off-black
Cadillac,
midnight
drive
Got
that
gas
pedal,
leaning
back,
taking
my
time
I'm
blowin′
that
roof
off,
letting
in
sky
I
shine,
the
city
never
looked
so
bright
Got
that
off-black
Cadillac,
midnight
drive
Got
that
gas
pedal,
leaning
back,
taking
my
time
I'm
blowin′
that
roof
off,
letting
in
sky
I
shine,
the
city
never
looked
so,
looked
so
bright
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