White Walls

[Intro: Macklemore]

I wanna be free

I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac

That is my shit

Now throw it up (Man 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!)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Can't see me through my tints (Nuh-uh)

I'm riding real slow (Slow motion)

In my paint, wet, drippin', shinin' like my 24s (Umbrella)

I ain't got 24s (Nuh-uh)

But I'm on those Vogues (Yeah)

That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes

Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag

I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had

Hello, haters, damn y'all mad

30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

[Chorus: 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 2: Macklemore]

Man, I'm loungin'

In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of

Lookin' 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 weavin' in and out of the traffic

They cannot catch me, I'm smashin'

I'm duckin', buckin' them out here

I'm lookin' fuckin' fantastic, I am up in a classic

Now I know what it's like under the city lights

Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge

The same one we'd walk across as kids

Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this

Old school, old school

Candy paint, two-seater

Yeah, 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 rolled on over to the dealer

And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer

Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'

[Chorus: 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 3: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah, uh

Backwoods and dope

White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke

She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes

I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind

Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on

14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone

Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron

Drivin', smilin' like I won the fucking lottery homes

(Fuckin' lottery homes)

Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too

Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on

My dogs hangin' out the window

Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball

Tryna fuck 'em all

Never park the whip, see what's poppin' at the mall

Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my paw

You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls

I'm motherfuckin' awe-

-some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize

Grip the leather steerin' 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 shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know

So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit

Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it

Slide 'til the gas is finished, Q

[Chorus: Hollis]

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

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, looked so bright