[{"id":20301942,"name":"White Walls","trackName":"White Walls","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"White Walls","duration":220.36898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wanna be free, I wanna just live\nInside my Cadillac, That is my shit\nAnd I throw it up (I throw that up)\nThat's what it is (that's what it is)\nIn my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)\nCan't see me through my tints (nah ah)\nI'm riding real slow (slow motion)\nIn my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\nI ain't got 24's (no oh)\nBut I'm on those Vogues\nThat's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\nOld school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\nI'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\nHello haters, damn y'all mad\n30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nMan I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\nLooking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\nSmilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\nCan I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\nEasy weaving in and out of the traffic\nThey cannot catch me, I'm smashing\nI'm ducking bucking them out here\nI'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\nNow I know what it's like under the city lights\nRiding into the night, driving over the bridge\nThe same one we walked across as kids\nKnew I'd have a whip but never one like this\nOld school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\nYea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\nI couldn't tell you about paint neither\nBut I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\nAnd roll on over to the dealer\nAnd I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\nGot the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nBackwoods and dope\nWhite hoes in the backseat snorting coke\nShe doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\nI had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind\nCadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone\nSendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patrón\nRather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes\n(Fuckin' lottery homes)\nTires with the spokes on it and the vogues too\nMustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em\nMy dogs hanging out the window\nYoung as whoosh, fuckin like we ball\nTryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps\nSee what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch\nSlap her booty with my palms\nYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\nI'm motherfuckin' awe... some\nSwear these eyes tryna hypnotize\nGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\nSee the lust stuck up in her eyes\nMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\nGirl does she want it low?\nThis shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\nSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\nGot a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\nSlide till the gas is finished, Q\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58] I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n[00:04.46] Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit\n[00:08.36] And I throw it up (I throw that up)\n[00:10.41] That's what it is (that's what it is)\n[00:12.64] In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)\n[00:16.92] Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)\n[00:19.27] I'm riding real slow (slow motion)\n[00:21.11] In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\n[00:25.45] I ain't got 24's (no oh)\n[00:27.38] But I'm on those Vogues\n[00:29.13] That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\n[00:33.79] Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n[00:37.55] I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\n[00:41.76] Hello haters, damn y'all mad\n[00:45.71] 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n[00:49.48] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[00:53.97] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[00:57.99] I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:02.11] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[01:06.50] Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\n[01:11.32] Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\n[01:13.29] Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n[01:15.27] Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n[01:17.52] Easy weaving in and out of the traffic\n[01:19.23] They cannot catch me, I'm smashing\n[01:19.95] I'm ducking bucking them out here\n[01:21.20] I'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\n[01:23.01] Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n[01:25.44] Riding into the night, driving over the bridge\n[01:27.50] The same one we walked across as kids\n[01:29.64] Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n[01:31.62] Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\n[01:35.57] Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\n[01:38.21] I couldn't tell you about paint neither\n[01:40.03] But I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\n[01:42.52] And roll on over to the dealer\n[01:43.73] And I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\n[01:45.91] Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n[01:47.74] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[01:51.68] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[01:55.70] I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:59.98] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[02:04.08] Backwoods and dope\n[02:06.35] White hoes in the backseat snorting coke\n[02:08.54] She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n[02:10.50] I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind\n[02:12.45] Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n[02:14.61] 14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone\n[02:16.69] Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patrón\n[02:18.66] Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes\n[02:20.73] (Fuckin' lottery homes)\n[02:21.82] Tires with the spokes on it and the vogues too\n[02:24.54] Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em\n[02:27.19] My dogs hanging out the window\n[02:28.34] Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball\n[02:29.88] Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps\n[02:31.74] See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch\n[02:33.65] Slap her booty with my palms\n[02:35.09] You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\n[02:37.09] I'm motherfuckin' awe... some\n[02:38.65] Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize\n[02:40.04] Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n[02:42.01] See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n[02:43.64] Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n[02:45.56] Girl does she want it low?\n[02:46.75] This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n[02:48.65] So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\n[02:51.10] Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\n[02:53.06] Slide till the gas is finished, Q\n[02:54.60] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[02:58.09] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:02.16] I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:06.28] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[03:10.57] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[03:14.32] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:18.52] I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:22.67] I shine, the city never looked so 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L L A C bitch (biatch)\n Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)\n I'm riding real slow (slow motion)\n In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\n I ain't got 24's (no oh)\n But I'm on those Vogues\n That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\n Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\n Hello haters, damn y'all mad\n 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\n Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\n Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n Easy weaving in and out of the traffic\n They cannot catch me, I'm smashing\n I'm ducking bucking them out here\n I'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\n Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n Riding into the night, driving over the bridge\n The same one we walked across as kids\n Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\n Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\n I couldn't tell you about paint neither\n But I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\n And roll on over to the dealer\n And I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\n Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Backwoods and dope\n White hoes in the backseat snorting coke\n She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind\n Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n 14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone\n Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patrón\n Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes\n (Fuckin' lottery homes)\n Tires with the spokes on it and the vogues too\n Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em\n My dogs hanging out the window\n Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball\n Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps\n See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch\n Slap her booty with my palms\n You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\n I'm motherfuckin' awe... some\n Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize\n Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n Girl does she want it low?\n This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\n Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\n Slide till the gas is finished, Q\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright.\n"},{"id":39606848,"name":"White Walls","trackName":"White Walls","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"White Walls","duration":371.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I wanna be free, I wanna just live\nInside my Cadillac, That is my shit\nAnd I throw it up (I throw that up)\nThat's what it is (that's what it is)\nIn my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)\nCan't see me through my tints (nah ah)\nI'm riding real slow (slow motion)\nIn my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\nI ain't got 24's (no oh)\nBut I'm on those Vogues\nThat's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\nOld school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\nI'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\nHello haters, damn y'all mad\n30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nMan I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\nLooking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\nSmilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\nCan I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\nEasy weaving in and out of the traffic\nThey cannot catch me, I'm smashing\nI'm ducking bucking them out here\nI'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\nNow I know what it's like under the city lights\nRiding into the night, driving over the bridge\nThe same one we walked across as kids\nKnew I'd have a whip but never one like this\nOld school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\nYea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\nI couldn't tell you about paint neither\nBut I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\nAnd roll on over to the dealer\nAnd I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\nGot the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nBackwoods and dope\nWhite hoes in the backseat snorting coke\nShe doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\nI had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind\nCadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone\nSendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patrón\nRather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes\n(Fuckin' lottery homes)\nTires with the spokes on it and the vogues too\nMustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em\nMy dogs hanging out the window\nYoung as whoosh, fuckin like we ball\nTryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps\nSee what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch\nSlap her booty with my palms\nYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\nI'm motherfuckin' awe... some\nSwear these eyes tryna hypnotize\nGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\nSee the lust stuck up in her eyes\nMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\nGirl does she want it low?\nThis shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\nSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\nGot a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\nSlide till the gas is finished, Q\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58]I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n[00:04.46]Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit\n[00:08.36]And I throw it up (I throw that up)\n[00:10.41]That's what it is (that's what it is)\n[00:12.64]In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)\n[00:16.92]Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)\n[00:19.27]I'm riding real slow (slow motion)\n[00:21.11]In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\n[00:25.45]I ain't got 24's (no oh)\n[00:27.38]But I'm on those Vogues\n[00:29.13]That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\n[00:33.79]Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n[00:37.55]I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\n[00:41.76]Hello haters, damn y'all mad\n[00:45.71]30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n[00:49.48]Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[00:53.97]Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[00:57.99]I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:02.11]I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[01:06.50]Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\n[01:11.32]Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\n[01:13.29]Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n[01:15.27]Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n[01:17.52]Easy weaving in and out of the traffic\n[01:19.23]They cannot catch me, I'm smashing\n[01:19.95]I'm ducking bucking them out here\n[01:21.20]I'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\n[01:23.01]Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n[01:25.44]Riding into the night, driving over the bridge\n[01:27.50]The same one we walked across as kids\n[01:29.64]Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n[01:31.62]Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\n[01:35.57]Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\n[01:38.21]I couldn't tell you about paint neither\n[01:40.03]But I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\n[01:42.52]And roll on over to the dealer\n[01:43.73]And I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\n[01:45.91]Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n[01:47.74]Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[01:51.68]Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[01:55.70]I'm 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motherfuckin' awe... some\n[02:38.65]Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize\n[02:40.04]Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n[02:42.01]See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n[02:43.64]Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n[02:45.56]Girl does she want it low?\n[02:46.75]This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n[02:48.65]So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\n[02:51.10]Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\n[02:53.06]Slide till the gas is finished, Q\n[02:54.60]Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[02:58.09]Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:02.16]I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:06.28]I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[03:10.57]Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[03:14.32]Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:18.52]I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:22.67]I shine, the city never looked so bright.\n[03:32.26]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n 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L L A C bitch (biatch)\n Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)\n I'm riding real slow (slow motion)\n In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\n I ain't got 24's (no oh)\n But I'm on those Vogues\n That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\n Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\n Hello haters, damn y'all mad\n 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\n Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\n Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n Easy weaving in and out of the traffic\n They cannot catch me, I'm smashing\n I'm ducking bucking them out here\n I'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\n Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n Riding into the night, driving over the bridge\n The same one we walked across as kids\n Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\n Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\n I couldn't tell you about paint neither\n But I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\n And roll on over to the dealer\n And I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\n Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Backwoods and dope\n White hoes in the backseat snorting coke\n She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind\n Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n 14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone\n Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patrón\n Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes\n (Fuckin' lottery homes)\n Tires with the spokes on it and the vogues too\n Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em\n My dogs hanging out the window\n Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball\n Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps\n See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch\n Slap her booty with my palms\n You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\n I'm motherfuckin' awe... some\n Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize\n Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n Girl does she want it low?\n This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\n Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\n Slide till the gas is finished, Q\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright.\n"},{"id":16823541,"name":"White Walls","trackName":"White Walls","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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I'm illegally going 120\nEasy weavin' in and out of the traffic\nThey cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\nI'm duckin', buckin' them out here\nI'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n\nNow I know what it's like under the city lights\nRidin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\nThe same one we'd walk across as kids\nKnew I'd have a whip but never one like this\nOld school (old), old school (old)\nCandy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\nYeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\nI couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n\nBut I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\nAnd rolled on over to the dealer\nAnd I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\nGot the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n\nI got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n\nBackwoods and dope\nWhite hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\nShe doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\nI had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\nCadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\nSendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\nDrivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n\nUh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\nMustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\nMy dogs hangin' out the window\nYoung as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\nTryna fuck em all, never park the whip\nSee what's poppin' at the mall\nMeet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\nYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\nI'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n\nSwear these sights tryna hypnotize\nGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\nSee the lust stuck up in her eyes\nMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\nOr does she want it low?\n'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\nSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\nGot a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\nSlice off when the gas is finished, Q\n\nOff-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58] I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n[00:04.53] Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit\n[00:08.66] Now throw it up (man, throw that up)\n[00:10.70] That's what it is (that's what it is)\n[00:13.07] In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)\n[00:17.38] Can't see me through my tints (nuh-uh)\n[00:19.51] I'm ridin' real slow (slow motion)\n[00:21.37] In my paint, wet, drippin', shinnin', like my 24s (umbrella)\n[00:25.90] I ain't got 24s (nuh-uh), but I'm on those Vogues (yeah)\n[00:29.55] That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes\n[00:34.24] Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n[00:38.05] I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had\n[00:41.87] Hello, haters, damn y'all mad\n[00:46.77] 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n[00:49.84] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[00:54.17] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[00:58.27] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:02.48] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright\n[01:07.23] Man, I'm loungin'\n[01:09.24] In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of (woo)\n[01:11.28] Lookin' down from heaven like, damn, that's stylish\n[01:13.16] Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n[01:15.42] Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n[01:17.77] Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic\n[01:19.02] They cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\n[01:20.16] I'm duckin', buckin' them out here\n[01:21.10] I'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n[01:23.37] Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n[01:25.53] Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\n[01:27.66] The same one we'd walk across as kids\n[01:29.76] Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n[01:31.81] Old school (old), old school (old)\n[01:33.99] Candy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\n[01:36.13] Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\n[01:38.32] I couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n[01:40.27] But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\n[01:42.82] And rolled on over to the dealer\n[01:43.93] And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\n[01:45.94] Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n[01:47.73] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[01:51.89] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[01:55.89] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[02:00.19] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n[02:05.56] Backwoods and dope\n[02:06.66] White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\n[02:08.43] She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n[02:10.64] I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\n[02:13.04] Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n[02:14.72] 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\n[02:16.87] Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\n[02:18.98] Drivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n[02:21.50] Uh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\n[02:24.94] Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\n[02:26.80] My dogs hangin' out the window\n[02:27.97] Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\n[02:29.56] Tryna fuck em all, never park the whip\n[02:31.27] See what's poppin' at the mall\n[02:32.68] Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\n[02:34.73] You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\n[02:36.60] I'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n[02:38.43] Swear these sights tryna hypnotize\n[02:40.00] Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n[02:42.02] See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n[02:43.53] Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n[02:45.64] Or does she want it low?\n[02:46.64] 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n[02:48.81] So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\n[02:50.96] Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\n[02:52.78] Slice off when the gas is finished, Q\n[02:54.26] Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[02:57.79] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:01.87] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:06.05] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[03:10.18] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[03:14.24] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:18.42] I'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:22.52] I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright\n[03:27.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: White Walls\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. 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I'm illegally going 120\nEasy weavin' in and out of the traffic\nThey cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\nI'm duckin', buckin' them out here\nI'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n\nNow I know what it's like under the city lights\nRidin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\nThe same one we'd walk across as kids\nKnew I'd have a whip but never one like this\nOld school (old), old school (old)\nCandy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\nYeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\nI couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n\nBut I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\nAnd rolled on over to the dealer\nAnd I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\nGot the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n\nI got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n\nBackwoods and dope\nWhite hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\nShe doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\nI had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\nCadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\nSendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\nDrivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n\nUh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\nMustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\nMy dogs hangin' out the window\nYoung as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\nTryna fuck em all, never park the whip\nSee what's poppin' at the mall\nMeet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\nYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\nI'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n\nSwear these sights tryna hypnotize\nGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\nSee the lust stuck up in her eyes\nMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\nOr does she want it low?\n'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\nSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\nGot a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\nSlice off when the gas is finished, Q\n\nOff-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.44] I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n[00:04.61] Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit\n[00:08.45] Now throw it up (man, throw that up)\n[00:10.80] That's what it is (that's what it is)\n[00:13.08] In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)\n[00:17.26] Can't see me through my tints (nuh-uh)\n[00:19.58] I'm ridin' real slow (slow motion)\n[00:21.44] In my paint, wet, drippin', shinnin', like my 24s (umbrella)\n[00:25.78] I ain't got 24s (nuh-uh), but I'm on those Vogues (yeah)\n[00:29.52] That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes\n[00:34.15] Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n[00:37.96] I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had\n[00:41.81] Hello, haters, damn y'all mad\n[00:46.15] 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n[00:49.95] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[00:54.13] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[00:58.28] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:02.34] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright\n[01:07.30] Man, I'm loungin'\n[01:09.02] In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of (woo)\n[01:11.14] Lookin' down from heaven like, damn, that's stylish\n[01:13.28] Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n[01:15.45] Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n[01:17.53] Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic\n[01:19.13] They cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\n[01:20.18] I'm duckin', buckin' them out here\n[01:21.25] I'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n[01:23.35] Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n[01:25.57] Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\n[01:27.52] The same one we'd walk across as kids\n[01:29.61] Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n[01:31.81] Old school (old), old school (old)\n[01:33.94] Candy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\n[01:36.26] Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\n[01:38.22] I couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n[01:40.32] But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\n[01:42.73] And rolled on over to the dealer\n[01:43.91] And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\n[01:45.97] Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n[01:47.52] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[01:51.93] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[01:55.93] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[02:00.29] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n[02:05.55] Backwoods and dope\n[02:06.79] White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\n[02:08.34] She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n[02:10.70] I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\n[02:13.17] Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n[02:14.79] 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\n[02:16.88] Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\n[02:18.80] Drivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n[02:21.23] Uh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\n[02:24.97] Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\n[02:26.86] My dogs hangin' out the window\n[02:28.06] Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\n[02:29.51] Tryna fuck em all, never park the whip\n[02:31.24] See what's poppin' at the mall\n[02:32.63] Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\n[02:34.67] You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\n[02:36.41] I'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n[02:38.36] Swear these sights tryna hypnotize\n[02:40.08] Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n[02:42.14] See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n[02:43.59] Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n[02:45.65] Or does she want it low?\n[02:46.86] 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n[02:48.71] So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\n[02:50.98] Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\n[02:52.77] Slice off when the gas is finished, Q\n[02:54.29] Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[02:57.81] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:01.90] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:06.12] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[03:10.19] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[03:14.26] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:18.42] I'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:22.43] I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright\n[03:29.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: White Walls (feat. 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I'm illegally going 120\nEasy weavin' in and out of the traffic\nThey cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\nI'm duckin', buckin' them out here\nI'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n\nNow I know what it's like under the city lights\nRidin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\nThe same one we'd walk across as kids\nKnew I'd have a whip but never one like this\nOld school (old), old school (old)\nCandy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\nYeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\nI couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n\nBut I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\nAnd rolled on over to the dealer\nAnd I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\nGot the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n\nI got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n\nBackwoods and dope\nWhite hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\nShe doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\nI had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\nCadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\nSendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\nDrivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n\nUh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\nMustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\nMy dogs hangin' out the window\nYoung as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\nTryna fuck em all, never park the whip\nSee what's poppin' at the mall\nMeet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\nYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\nI'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n\nSwear these sights tryna hypnotize\nGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\nSee the lust stuck up in her eyes\nMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\nOr does she want it low?\n'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\nSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\nGot a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\nSlice off when the gas is finished, Q\n\nOff-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58] I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n[00:04.53] Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit\n[00:08.66] Now throw it up (man, throw that up)\n[00:10.70] That's what it is (that's what it is)\n[00:13.07] In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)\n[00:17.38] Can't see me through my tints (nuh-uh)\n[00:19.51] I'm ridin' real slow (slow motion)\n[00:21.37] In my paint, wet, drippin', shinnin', like my 24s (umbrella)\n[00:25.90] I ain't got 24s (nuh-uh), but I'm on those Vogues (yeah)\n[00:29.55] That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes\n[00:34.24] Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n[00:38.05] I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had\n[00:41.87] Hello, haters, damn y'all mad\n[00:46.77] 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n[00:49.84] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[00:54.17] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[00:58.27] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:02.48] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright\n[01:07.23] Man, I'm loungin'\n[01:09.24] In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of (woo)\n[01:11.28] Lookin' down from heaven like, damn, that's stylish\n[01:13.16] Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n[01:15.42] Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n[01:17.77] Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic\n[01:19.02] They cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\n[01:20.16] I'm duckin', buckin' them out here\n[01:21.10] I'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n[01:23.37] Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n[01:25.53] Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\n[01:27.66] The same one we'd walk across as kids\n[01:29.76] Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n[01:31.81] Old school (old), old school (old)\n[01:33.99] Candy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\n[01:36.13] Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\n[01:38.32] I couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n[01:40.27] But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\n[01:42.82] And rolled on over to the dealer\n[01:43.93] And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\n[01:45.94] Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n[01:47.73] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[01:51.89] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[01:55.89] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[02:00.19] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n[02:05.56] Backwoods and dope\n[02:06.66] White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\n[02:08.43] She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n[02:10.64] I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\n[02:13.04] Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n[02:14.72] 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\n[02:16.87] Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\n[02:18.98] Drivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n[02:21.50] Uh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\n[02:24.94] Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\n[02:26.80] My dogs hangin' out the window\n[02:27.97] Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\n[02:29.56] Tryna fuck em all, never park the whip\n[02:31.27] See what's poppin' at the mall\n[02:32.68] Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\n[02:34.73] You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\n[02:36.60] I'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n[02:38.43] Swear these sights tryna hypnotize\n[02:40.00] Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n[02:42.02] See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n[02:43.53] Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n[02:45.64] Or does she want it low?\n[02:46.64] 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n[02:48.81] So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\n[02:50.96] Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\n[02:52.78] Slice off when the gas is finished, Q\n[02:54.26] Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[02:57.79] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:01.87] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:06.05] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[03:10.18] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[03:14.24] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:18.42] I'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:22.52] I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright\n[03:27.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: White Walls (feat. 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I'm illegally going 120\nEasy weavin' in and out of the traffic\nThey cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\nI'm duckin', buckin' them out here\nI'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n\nNow I know what it's like under the city lights\nRidin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\nThe same one we'd walk across as kids\nKnew I'd have a whip but never one like this\nOld school (old), old school (old)\nCandy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\nYeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\nI couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n\nBut I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\nAnd rolled on over to the dealer\nAnd I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\nGot the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n\nI got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n\nBackwoods and dope\nWhite hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\nShe doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\nI had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\nCadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\nSendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\nDrivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n\nUh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\nMustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\nMy dogs hangin' out the window\nYoung as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\nTryna fuck em all, never park the whip\nSee what's poppin' at the mall\nMeet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\nYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\nI'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n\nSwear these sights tryna hypnotize\nGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\nSee the lust stuck up in her eyes\nMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\nOr does she want it low?\n'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\nSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\nGot a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\nSlice off when the gas is finished, Q\n\nOff-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so bright\n\nGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\nGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\nI'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\nI shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.44] I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n[00:04.61] Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit\n[00:08.45] Now throw it up (man, throw that up)\n[00:10.80] That's what it is (that's what it is)\n[00:13.08] In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)\n[00:17.26] Can't see me through my tints (nuh-uh)\n[00:19.58] I'm ridin' real slow (slow motion)\n[00:21.44] In my paint, wet, drippin', shinnin', like my 24s (umbrella)\n[00:25.78] I ain't got 24s (nuh-uh), but I'm on those Vogues (yeah)\n[00:29.52] That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes\n[00:34.15] Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n[00:37.96] I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had\n[00:41.81] Hello, haters, damn y'all mad\n[00:46.15] 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n[00:49.95] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[00:54.13] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[00:58.28] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[01:02.34] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright\n[01:07.30] Man, I'm loungin'\n[01:09.02] In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of (woo)\n[01:11.14] Lookin' down from heaven like, damn, that's stylish\n[01:13.28] Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n[01:15.45] Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n[01:17.53] Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic\n[01:19.13] They cannot catch me, I'm smashin'\n[01:20.18] I'm duckin', buckin' them out here\n[01:21.25] I'm lookin' fuckin' fantasic, I am up in a classic\n[01:23.35] Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n[01:25.57] Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge\n[01:27.52] The same one we'd walk across as kids\n[01:29.61] Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n[01:31.81] Old school (old), old school (old)\n[01:33.94] Candy paint (candy paint), two-seater (ow)\n[01:36.26] Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics\n[01:38.22] I couldn't tell you about paint either (ooh)\n[01:40.32] But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours\n[01:42.73] And rolled on over to the dealer\n[01:43.91] And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer\n[01:45.97] Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin'\n[01:47.52] I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[01:51.93] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[01:55.93] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[02:00.29] I shine, the city never looked so bright-bright (yeah, uh)\n[02:05.55] Backwoods and dope\n[02:06.79] White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke\n[02:08.34] She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n[02:10.70] I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind (oh-oh)\n[02:13.17] Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n[02:14.79] 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone\n[02:16.88] Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron\n[02:18.80] Drivin', smilin' like I won the fuckin' lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)\n[02:21.23] Uh (yeah), tires with the spokes on it (yeah), and the Vogues too (uh)\n[02:24.97] Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on\n[02:26.86] My dogs hangin' out the window\n[02:28.06] Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball\n[02:29.51] Tryna fuck em all, never park the whip\n[02:31.24] See what's poppin' at the mall\n[02:32.63] Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my palms\n[02:34.67] You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls\n[02:36.41] I'm motherfuckin' awe-some\n[02:38.36] Swear these sights tryna hypnotize\n[02:40.08] Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n[02:42.14] See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n[02:43.59] Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n[02:45.65] Or does she want it low?\n[02:46.86] 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n[02:48.71] So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit\n[02:50.98] Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it\n[02:52.77] Slice off when the gas is finished, Q\n[02:54.29] Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[02:57.81] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:01.90] I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:06.12] I shine, the city never looked so bright\n[03:10.19] Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n[03:14.26] Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n[03:18.42] I'm rolling up that roof off, letting in sky\n[03:22.43] I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright\n[03:29.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: White Walls (feat. 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bitch\n start_ms: 151740\n end_ms: 153650\n- text: Slap her booty with my palms\n start_ms: 153650\n end_ms: 155090\n- text: You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\n start_ms: 155090\n end_ms: 157090\n- text: I'm motherfuckin' awe... some\n start_ms: 157090\n end_ms: 158650\n- text: Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize\n start_ms: 158650\n end_ms: 160040\n- text: Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n start_ms: 160040\n end_ms: 162010\n- text: See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n start_ms: 162010\n end_ms: 163640\n- text: Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n start_ms: 163640\n end_ms: 165560\n- text: Girl does she want it low?\n start_ms: 165560\n end_ms: 166750\n- text: This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n start_ms: 166750\n end_ms: 168650\n- text: So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\n start_ms: 168650\n end_ms: 171100\n- text: Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\n start_ms: 171100\n end_ms: 173060\n- text: Slide till the gas is finished, Q\n start_ms: 173060\n end_ms: 174600\n- text: Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n start_ms: 174600\n end_ms: 178090\n- text: Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n start_ms: 178090\n end_ms: 182160\n- text: I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n start_ms: 182160\n end_ms: 186280\n- text: I shine, the city never looked so bright\n start_ms: 186280\n end_ms: 190570\n- text: Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n start_ms: 190570\n end_ms: 194320\n- text: Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n start_ms: 194320\n end_ms: 198520\n- text: I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n start_ms: 198520\n end_ms: 202670\n- text: I shine, the city never looked so bright.\n start_ms: 202670\n end_ms: 212260\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 212260\nplain: |-\n I wanna be free, I wanna just live\n Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit\n And I throw it up (I throw that up)\n That's what it is (that's what it is)\n In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)\n Can't see me through my tints (nah ah)\n I'm riding real slow (slow motion)\n In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24's (umbrella)\n I ain't got 24's (no oh)\n But I'm on those Vogues\n That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes\n Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag\n I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had\n Hello haters, damn y'all mad\n 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of\n Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish\n Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage\n Can I hit the freeway? I'm illegally going 120\n Easy weaving in and out of the traffic\n They cannot catch me, I'm smashing\n I'm ducking bucking them out here\n I'm lookin fuckin fantastic, I am up in a classic\n Now I know what it's like under the city lights\n Riding into the night, driving over the bridge\n The same one we walked across as kids\n Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this\n Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater\n Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda Civics\n I couldn't tell you about paint neither\n But I really want the Caddy so I put in the hours\n And roll on over to the dealer\n And I found the car I'm dreaming of, i bargain with this geezer\n Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Backwoods and dope\n White hoes in the backseat snorting coke\n She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes\n I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind\n Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on\n 14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone\n Sendin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patrón\n Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes\n (Fuckin' lottery homes)\n Tires with the spokes on it and the vogues too\n Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em\n My dogs hanging out the window\n Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball\n Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps\n See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch\n Slap her booty with my palms\n You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls\n I'm motherfuckin' awe... some\n Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize\n Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs\n See the lust stuck up in her eyes\n Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?\n Girl does she want it low?\n This shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know\n So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit\n Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it\n Slide till the gas is finished, Q\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright\n\n Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive\n Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time\n I'm blowin' that roof off, letting in sky\n I shine, the city never looked so bright.\n"}]