Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Walls, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
White Walls |
| 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 (biatch) |
| Can’t see me through my tints (nuh uh) |
| 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 |
| R-r-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? |
| I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive |
| Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time |
| I’m rollin' that roof off, letting in sky |
| I shine, 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 I dreamed of, there’s a problem 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, leaning back, taking my time |
| I’m rollin' that roof off, letting in sky |
| I shine, 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 her inhaling my love, tryna blow my 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 on 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 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 showing gangsta in it |
| Slide 'til the gas is finished, Q |
| Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive |
| Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time |
| I’m rollin' 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 rollin' that roof off, letting in sky |
| I shine, the city never looked so bright |