White Walls by Macklemore
I wanna be free, I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit
And I 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)
Can�t see me through my tints (nah ah)
I�m riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24�s (umbrella)
I ain�t got 24�s (no oh)
But I�m on those Vogues
That�s those big white walls, 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?
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I�m blowin� 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? I�m legally 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 like go fuckin their tastic, 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 whippin� 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 want a Ducati so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started
screaming
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