Singer: MACKLEMORE
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Song: WHITE WALLS
MACKLEMORE - WHITE WALLS Lyrics (LRC) (06:11-371-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:00.00]by RentAnAdviser.com
[00:55.60]I wanna be free, I wanna just live
[00:59.80]Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit
[01:03.60]Now throw it up (now throw that up)
[01:05.80]That's what it is (that's what it is)
[01:08.20]In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
[01:12.60]Can't see me through my tints (nuh uh)
[01:14.60]I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
[01:16.60]In my paint wet dripping shining like my 24s (umbrella)
[01:20.70]I ain't got 24s (nuh uh)
[01:23.00]But I'm on those Vogues
[01:24.80]That's those big white walls
[01:26.80]R-r-round them hundred spokes
[01:29.40]Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
[01:33.10]I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
[01:37.10]Hello, haters, damn y'all mad
[01:41.50]30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
[01:45.20]I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
[01:49.40]Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
[01:53.50]I'm rollin' that roof off, letting in sky
[01:57.60]I shine, the city never looked so bright
[02:02.20]Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of
[02:06.30]Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish
[02:08.30]Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage
[02:10.40]Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going a hundred and twenty
[02:12.90]Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
[02:14.30]They cannot catch me, I'm smashing
[02:15.40]I'm ducking bucking them out here
[02:16.30]I'm looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic
[02:18.50]Now I know what it's like under the city lights
[02:20.60]Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
[02:22.70]The same one we walked across as kids
[02:24.70]Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this
[02:26.80]Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater
[02:31.00]Yea, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics
[02:33.60]I couldn't tell you about paint either
[02:35.60]But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
[02:37.90]And roll on over to the dealer
[02:39.30]And I found the car I dreamed of, there's a problem with this geezer
[02:41.30]Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming
[02:43.00]I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
[02:47.00]Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
[02:51.10]I'm rollin' that roof off, letting in sky
[02:55.20]I shine, the city never looked so bright
[03:00.80]Backwoods and dope
[03:01.80]White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
[03:03.60]She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes
[03:05.60]I had her inhaling my love, tryna blow my mind
[03:07.70]Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
[03:09.80]14 I stole his keys
[03:10.90]Me and my niggas was gone
[03:11.90]Stealin' portions of his liquor, water in his Patron
[03:14.00]Drivin' smiling like I won a fucking lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)
[03:17.30]Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues, too
[03:19.80]Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns
[03:21.60]All on my dogs hanging out the window
[03:23.10]Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball
[03:24.30]Tryna fuck 'em all, kill the fucking whips
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