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MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS lyrics : "White Walls Feat Macklemore & Schoolboy Q"

[Intro: Macklemore]
I wanna be free
I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac
That is my %#@!
Now 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 (*##$ (biatch)
Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)

I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shinin' like my 24's (umbrella)
I ain't got 24's (na-uh)

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?

[Hook: Hollis]
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Man I'm lounging in some %#@! Bernie Mac would've been proud in

Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? Illegally 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 looking $#[email protected] fantastic, 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 either
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours

And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car I dreamed of, there's a problem with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming


[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting [email protected]%!e

She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes
I had her inhaling my love, tryna blow my mind"
Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on

14, I stole his keys, me and my ^!$$%s was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron
Driving and smiling like I won the $#[email protected] lottery homes

($#[email protected]' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues too
Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns all on

My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, $#[email protected] like we ball
Tryna $#[email protected] em all, kill the $#[email protected] whips

See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad (*##$
Slap her booty with my palm
You can smoke the #[email protected], I was tearing down the walls

I'm mother$#[email protected]' Awe...
Some, swear these sights 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?
Or does she want it low?

Cause this %#@! a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
So we cruise for minutes, my ^!$$% $#[email protected] the limit
Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it

Slide 'till the gas is finished

[Hook x2]

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