Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – White Walls lyrics

(feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis)

[Intro: Macklemore]

I wanna be free

I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac

That is my shit

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, bitch (biatch)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)

I’m riding real slow (slow motion)

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

I ain’t got 24s (nuh-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 2: Macklemore]

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 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 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 I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer

Got the keys in as I was leaving I started screaming

[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 3: ScHoolboy Q]

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

Driving smiling 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 hanging out the window

Young as whoosh, fucking 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 balls

You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls

I’m motherfuckin’ 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 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

[Hook: 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

[Hook: Hollis]

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

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