Song Lyrics

White Walls by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis

I wanna be free, I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit

Now throw it up (now throw that up)

That's what it is (that's what it is)

In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biaaaatch)

Can't see me through my tints (nuh uh)

I'm riding real slow (slow motion)

In my paint wet dripping shining like my 24's (umbrella)

I don't got 24's (nuh uh)

But I'm on those Vogues

That's those big white walls,

R-r-round them hundred spokes

Old school like old 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?

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I'm rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I'm sure 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? Illegally going a hundred and twenty

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 fucking 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, junior, there's a bargain with this geezer

Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I'm rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I'm sure 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 I stole his keys

Me and my niggas was gone

Stealin' portions of his liquor, water in his Patron

Drivin' smiling like I won a fucking lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)

Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues, too

Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns

All of my dogs hanging out the window

Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball

Tryna fuck em all, kill the fucking whips

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' awe... some

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?

Or does she want it low?

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 showing gangsta in it

Slice when the gas is finished, Q

Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I'm rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I'm sure the city never looked so bright

Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time

I'm rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I'm sure the city never looked so bra... so bright.