Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. SchoolboyQ and Hollis

Songtekst

I wanna be free
I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac
That is my shit
And now throw it up (Now 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 dripping shining
Like my 24’s (Umbrella)
I don't got 24’s (Na uh)
But I’m on those Vogues
That’s those big white walls
R-r-round them hundred spokes
Old-school like Olde 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
I got that gas pedal, leaned 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 a hundred and twenty
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me
I’m smashing
I’m ducking bucking them out here
I’m looking fucking fantastic
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 whip but never one like this
Old-school, old-school
Candy paint, two seater
Yeah, I’m from Seattle
There’s hella Honda Civics I couldn’t tell you about paint either
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer and I found the car, junior
There's a problem with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

I got that off-black Cadillac midnight drive
I got that gas pedal, leaned 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 her inhaling my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on
Fourteen years, I stole his keys
Me and my niggas was gone
Stealin' portions of his liquor
Water in his Patrón
Drivin' smiling like I won
The fuckin' lottery homes (Fuckin' lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it
And the Vogues, too
Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns all on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball
Tryna fuck 'em all
Kill the fucking 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’ awesome
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
Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville
So you’ll never know
So we cruise for minutes
My nigga, fuck the limit
Got a window tinted
For showing gangstas in it
Slide 'till the gas is finished, Q

Off-black Cadillac midnight drive
I got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time
I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright (Oh)

Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaned 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
I got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time
I’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright