I caught you cheatin' and runnin' round And now I'm gonna put you in a hole in the ground I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back Now, I'm gonna bump you off Gonna tell you the reason why You're worth more to me dead, daddy Than you is alive I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'm gonna buy me a pistol A great big forty-five I'm gonna bring you back baby, dead not alive I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'll hire a black Cadillac To drive you to your grave I'm gonna be there baby Throw that mud in your face I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'll wear a black mink coat A diamond ring on my hand I'm gonna put you under ground I'll find myself another man I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back

I caught you cheatin' and runnin' round And now I'm gonna put you in a hole in the ground I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back Now, I'm gonna bump you off Gonna tell you the reason why You're worth more to me dead, daddy Than you is alive I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'm gonna buy me a pistol A great big forty-five I'm gonna bring you back baby, dead not alive I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'll hire a black Cadillac To drive you to your grave I'm gonna be there baby Throw that mud in your face I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'll wear a black mink coat A diamond ring on my hand I'm gonna put you under ground I'll find myself another man I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back

Un jeune soul s'élève, bail out! Get the fuck out de son corps Ridin' goofy? Nah, ridin' coffin Black tux' custom made, lookin' comme un fuckin' prince Gotta do my thang, clock's tic-tockin' Tu m'connais, papillon sur le collet Comme des mains autour du cou À bout d'souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone À bout d'souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone Laissez-moi get in my zone They got me hustling sept fois par semaine Heavy eyelids, poupée d'porcelaine La tête vide, obsolète à s'en mordre les lèvres Most of them célèbrent, nous on s'Kush quand les morts se lèvent And most of them freeze quand les morts s'élèvent Believers attendent la Messe, speechless amongst the rest Nonetheless Un dernier tour de piste avant l'trafic de Los Angeles Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul (Nobody's gonna save your soul) Ain't that right, say ain't that right? F-it, jeune jefe juste sittin' on 6's Got Sex in the City, that's bisches on bisches Shift gear, six chiffres, mais j'reste focus sur huit Steven Seagal, Né pour mourir, mais j'reste focus on livin' Fuck un folk song pourri, this is Post-Rap bidness Bande de faux John Lennon, juste Imagine mon pénis, han! (So just get back to wherever you came) Jeune Jésus juste swervin' down Memory Lane They got me hustlin' cinq fois par semaine Hochelaga, pas d'farine pour faire ce bread Goddamn it, it sucks d'checker ma mama courir I had to do what I gotta do and I'm 'bout to do it Dix piasses, la guit' sèche, papa knew it! Sud Sale to Post Rap, Hallelujah! Han! pis j'ride high tonight A'ec mon body dans une def Black Cadillac (...) Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane...

Hey baby! Cadillac, Cadillac take me home I would rather sit there all alone Then watch you run around this dancefloor light With everybody but me just ain't right Cadillac, Cadillac take me home I'd rather play games on my G4 phone Than watch you flirt at the bar all damn night With everybody but me girl it just ain't right Right, what you do to a man falling all over you Right, right what you say Making me dance alone that way Now I do what I can, but when it comes to women I don't understand So, I, I'm out of here Call yourself a cab, watch my Cadillac disappear Hey baby! Cadillac, burn the mac's on the tube Think I'm gonna spend my night with you She wouldn't know a good thing like I said If I hit her from behind upside the head Cadillac, do I lack what it takes? Every time I love seems my heart breaks I'd rather sit all night there see the outer space Than lose another part of me to another pretty face Right, what you do to a man falling all over you Right, right what you say Making me dance alone that way Now I do what I can, but when it comes to women I don't understand So, I, I'm out of here Call yourself a cab, watch my Cadillac disappear Hey baby I'll be alright now Hey baby I'll be alright now Right, what you do to a man falling all over you Right, right what you say Making me dance alone that way Now I do what I can, but when it comes to women I don't understand So, I, I'm out of here Call yourself a cab, watch my Cadillac disappear Hey baby I'll be alright now, baby Hey baby I'll be alright now, baby

I'm gonna drive a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac I'm gonna drive a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac Ain't no use to try to stop my Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) I'm gonna drive a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac I'm gonna own a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac All you other wheelers just get back from my Cadillac, Cadillac 'Cause ain't nobody gonna pass this Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) I'm gonna have a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac I'm gonna get me a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac I'm gonna steal me a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac I gotta have me a Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac 'Cause you can't make this Cadillac stay back Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) And ain't no other whip gonna catch my Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) Ain't no use to try to stop my Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) All you other wheelers just get back from my Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) 'Cause you can't make this Cadillac stay back Cadillac, Cadillac (no no) And ain't no other whip gonna catch this Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac (no no)

When they found you on the edge of the road You had a pistol underneath your coat But it all started back in '79 Your mother used to work from sunset to five And when you knew enough to know where to go You said you wanted to be out on your own Why don't you tell me what you really want Instead of making up the same old lies, lies, lies? You say you must be going out of your mind And I can see you when I look in your eyes You're always talking on the end of your tongue And sweep the ashes underneath the rug You swear you're having just the time of your life You've got it wrapped in pretty papers and white Why don't you tell me what you really want Instead of making up the same old lies, lies, lies? Lies, lies, lies Lies, lies, lies Oh, baby, we can go? The shadow's taking its toll We're not women anymore Time is keeping score It's the blind leading the blind One can handle lie Oh, it's not what I wanna say But it's late anyway When I saw you on the edge of the road You had a pistol underneath your coat I should be sleeping by your lonely side Instead of working on this song all night