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Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ScHoolBoy Q & Hollis Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song "White Walls" by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis is an ode to luxury and the good life, with Macklemore flaunting his wealth by describing the features of his Cadillac in detail. He wants to be free and live the high life, riding in his Cadillac and enjoying the attention it brings. He throws his Cadillac up to showoff his pride in his car, and no one can see him through his tinted windows. He's driving slow, in his wet Cadillac paint, with a girl beside him. He may not have 24-inch rims, but he's got Vogues, with their big white walls and one hundred spokes. The brown paper bag he references is a nod to the classic liquor-in-a-paper-bag trope.


Macklemore also raps about his life in the Cadillac, the sheer thrill of it all. He compares himself to the late Bernie Mac and imagines the late comedian looking down on him, admiring his style. He's moving faster than the speed limit, but no one can catch him. He's ducking and weaving, smashing through the traffic, weaving in and out of cars. Macklemore reminisces about his teenage years and how he never thought he would own a car as luxurious as the Cadillac he now has. He's got his partner in crime beside him, possibly snorting cocaine in the backseat, but he's living life to the fullest.


Line by Line Meaning

I wanna be free, I wanna just live
I desire freedom to live as I please


Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit
I am content in my Cadillac, it's my preference


And I throw it up (I throw that up)
I reference my car proudly


That’s what it is (That’s what it is)
This is exactly how I am


In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
Proudly spelling out Cadillac, asserting dominance


Can’t see me through my tints (Nah ah)
My car windows are tinted, I am obscured


I’m riding real slow (slow motion)
I am cruising leisurely


In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24’s (Umbrella)
My car has a flashy paint job, it resembles my 24 inch rims


I ain’t got 24’s (No oh)
I do not actually have 24 inch rims


But I’m on those Vogues
I have similarly impressive white wall tires


That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
My white wall tires have many spokes for a classic look


Old school like old English in that brown paper bag
My ride and style is old school like the tradition of drinking old English in a brown paper bag


I’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
I am driving the very same car that my grandfather once owned decades ago


Hello haters, Damn y’all mad
I am acknowledging and taunting those that disapprove of me


30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
I have spent 30k on a classic car, contrary to the image of minimalistic backpack rap


Man I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud of
I am relaxing in a car that Bernie Mac would have endorsed


Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish
I imagine Bernie Mac approving my stylish car from heaven


Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage
Despite the mileage, I enjoy my car anyway and don't care about it


Can I hit the freeway? I’m legally going 120
May I drive at high speeds on the highway? I am driving within legal limits


Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
I move effortlessly through traffic


They cannot catch me, I’m smashing
I am driving so skillfully that nobody can catch up to me


I’m ducking bucking them out here
I am evading other drivers


I’m like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
I feel amazing, I am in a classic car


Now I know what it’s like under the city lights
I am experiencing driving under the city lights for the first time


Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
I am driving across a bridge at night


The same one we walked across as kids
I am driving across the same bridge I once walked on in childhood


Knew I’d have a whippin’ but never one like this
I always knew I would have a car, but never thought I would have a car this amazing


Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater
My car is a two seater with classic old school candy paint


Yea, I’m from Seattle, There’s hella Honda Civics
I am from Seattle where there are many Honda Civics


I couldn’t tell you about paint either
I don't know much about paint either


But I really want a Ducati so I put in the hours
I want a Ducati motorcycle badly, so I worked hard for it


And roll on over to the dealer
I went to the dealership


And I found the car, junior, problem with this geezer
I found the perfect car, but the old man who owned it was hesitant


Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming
As I drove away with the keys, I let out a scream of joy


Backwoods and dope
I have weed and tobacco rolled in a Backwood cigar


White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
There are white women in my backseat snorting cocaine


She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes
The woman is doing many lines of cocaine, similar to writing rhyming verses


I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind
I had lots of love for the woman, trying to impress her


Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on
My uncle was a pimp who drove a Cadillac


14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone
My uncle was out of jail after 14 years, so my friends and I were hanging out


Sendin’ portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
My uncle sent some of his liquor, and we mixed it with Patron and water


Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
I am smiling widely as if I have won the lottery


Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2
My car has 42 spoke tires


Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘em
Most of the money is saved, keeping the buns (cash) intact


My dogs hanging out the window
My friends are hanging outside the car window


Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
We are driving and feeling young, partying


Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
We are trying to have sex with everyone and assert dominance over weaker individuals


See what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad bitch
We are going to the mall to find and meet attractive women


Slap her booty with my palms, you can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
I am slapping a woman's butt, and she is aroused to the point of orgasm, I am wildly having sex with her


I’m motherfuckin’ off
I am being wild and reckless


Son, swear these eyes tryna hypnotize
My eyes are attempting to hypnotize or seduce


Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
I am driving and holding the steering wheel while also touching a woman's thighs


See the lust stuck up in her eyes, maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
I observe the lust in her eyes and wonder if she is aroused by the car or by drugs


Or does she want it low? This shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know
I wonder if she wants the ride to be slow or not, but she'll never know since we are in a Coupe de Ville


So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit
We are friendly with other people, boundaries do not matter


Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
I have my car windows tinted to look cool for the gangsters


Slice off when the gas is finished, Q
Leave quickly when the gas is out, signed Q


I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
I have an off-black classic Cadillac and I am driving at midnight


Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I am driving leisurely and comfortably with my foot on the gas pedal


I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky
I am opening the roof and enjoying the sky


I shine, the city never looked so bright
I feel happy and bright, enjoying the appearance of the city




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BEN HAGGERTY, QUINCEY HANLEY, RYAN LEWIS

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@billybenson69

don't care what anyone says, this is Macklemore's most underrated song.

@matinbahadori3593

bruuuuh. the song? really????? mack himself is criminally underrated too. he deserves a collaberation with eminem

@BIOMISFIT

@@matinbahadori3593 yeah would definitely want that 😀

@jecht86

This is my favorite song by him to drive to for sure.

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