White Walls chords and lyrics - MACKLEMORE

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[Verse 1]
I wanna be [D]free, I wanna just live
Inside my [G]Cadillac, that is my shit
Now throw it [D]up (now throw that up)
That's what it is (that's what it is)
In my [G]C A D I L L A C, bitch (biatch)
Can't [D]see me through my tints (nuh uh)
I'm riding real slow (slow motion)
In my [G]paint wet dripping shining
like my 24s (umbrella)
[D]I ain't got 24s (nuh uh)
But I'm on those Vogues
That's those [G]big white walls
R-r-round them hundred spokes
[D]Old school like Olde English
in that brown paper bag
I'm [G]rolling in that same whip
that my granddad had
Hel[D]lo, haters, damn y'all mad
30[G]k on the Caddy,
now how backpack rap is that?

[Chorus 1]
I got that [D]off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that [G]gas pedal, leaning back,
taking my time
I'm [D]rollin' that roof off, letting in sky
I [G]shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 2]
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
[D]Can I hit the freeway?
Illegally going a hundred and twenty
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot [G]catch me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking bucking them out here
I'm looking fucking fantastic,
I am up in a classic
Now [D]I know what it's like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The [G]same one we'd walk across as kids
Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this
[D]Old school, old school,
Candy paint, two-seater
[G]Yeah, I'm from Seattle,
there's hella Honda Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint either
[D]But I really wanted a Caddy
so I put in the hours
And rolled on over to the dealer
And I [G]found the car I dreamed of,
there's a bargain with this geezer
Got the keys and as I was leaving
I started screaming

[Chorus 2]
I got that [D]off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that [G]gas pedal, leaning back,
taking my time
I'm [D]rollin' that roof off, letting in sky
I [G]shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 3]
[D]Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing [D]line after line
like she's writing rhymes
I had her inhaling my love, tryna blow her mind
[D]Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on
14 I stole his keys
Me and my niggas was gone
Stealin' [D]portions of his liquor,
water in his Patron
Drivin', smiling like I won
a fucking lottery homes
(Fuckin' [D]lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it
and the Vogues, too
Mustard and [G]mayonnaise, keeping the buns
All on my dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball
[D]Tryna fuck 'em all, never park the whip
See what's poppin' at the mall,
meet a bad bitch
Slap her [G]booty with my paw
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 [D]want it low?
'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville
so you'll never know
So we cruise for minutes,
my nigga, [G]fuck the limit
Got a window tinted for sure
a gangsta in it

[Chorus 3]
Slide 'til the gas is finished, Q
[D]Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that [G]gas pedal, leaning back,
taking my time
I'm [D]rollin' that roof off, letting in sky
I [G]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

[Outro 1]
I shine, the city never looked so, looked so
[D](bright)[D][D][D]
[Fade out]