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    White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q, Hollis)

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      About "White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q, Hollis)"

      "White Walls" is a song by an American hip hop duo composed of rapper Macklemore and record producer Ryan Lewis, from their collaborative debut studio album The Heist (2012). The track features American rapper Schoolboy Q, who performs a guest verse. "White Walls" hit the radio on October 8, 2013 as the sixth single from The Heist. The song has since peaked at number 31 on the US Billboard Hot 100.

      Lyrics for Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - "White Walls (feat. ScHoolboy Q, Hollis)"

      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?

      I 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

      I 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

      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 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
      Sendin’ portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
      Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
      (Fuckin' lottery homes)
      Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2
      Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘em
      My dogs hanging out the window
      Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
      Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
      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’ off
      Son, 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 cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
      Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
      Slice off when the gas is finished, Q

      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

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      HANLEY, QUINCEY / LEWIS, RYAN / HAGGERTY, BEN
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