MACKLEMORE feat RYAN LEWIS – White Walls

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Scale: D minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 124

INTRO Dm Gm Dm A x4
           F
I wanna be free
F
I wanna just live
              Bb
Inside my Cadillac
             Bb
That is my shit
              F
Now throw it up (I throw that up)
F
That’s what it is (that’s what it is)
     Bb
In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)
       F
Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)
F
I’m riding real slow (slow motion)
      Bb
In my paint wet drippin shinin' like my 24’s (umbrella)
F
I ain’t got 24’s (na-uh)
F
But I’m on those Vogues
             Bb
That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
F
Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
     Bb
I’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
F
Hello haters, damn y’all mad
Bb
30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

[HOOK: Hollis]
            F
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
           Bb
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
      F
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
     Bb
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
F
Man I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud in
F
Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish
F
Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage
F
Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
              Bb
They cannot catch me, I’m smashing
Bb
I’m ducking, bucking them out here
Bb
I’m looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic
       F
Now I know what it’s like under the city lights
F
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
     Bb
The same one we walked across as kids
Bb
Knew I’d have a whip but never one like this
F
Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater
Bb
Yea, I’m from Seattle, there’s hella Honda Civics
Bb
I couldn’t tell you about paint either
F
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
F
And roll on over to the dealer
        Bb
And I found the car I dreamed of, there's a problem with this geezer
Bb
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

[HOOK: Hollis]
            F
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
           Bb
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
      F
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
     Bb
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
F
Backwoods and dope
F
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
F
She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes
F
I had her inhaling my love, tryna blow my mind"
F
Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on
F
14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone
F
Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron
F
Driving and smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
F
(fuckin' lottery homes)
F
Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues too
             Bb
Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns all on
Bb
My dogs hanging out the window
Bb
Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
F
Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin whips
F
See what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad bitch
          Bb
Slap her booty with my balls
Bb
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
Bb
I’m motherfuckin’ Awe...
F
Some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize
F
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
F
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
F
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
F
Or does she want it low?
F
Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know
                                     Bb
So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit
Bb
Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it
Bb
Slide 'till the gas is finished
Q

[HOOK: Hollis x2]
            F
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
           Bb
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
      F
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
     Bb
I shine, the city never looked so bright

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