Karaoké Nikes on My Feet Mac Miller

Oh

Ah hah

Yeah

Hey

Hey

Hey

Ah hah

We just some motherfuckin' kids

We just some motherfuckin' kids

Ayy lace 'em up, lace 'em up

Lace 'em up, lace 'em

Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon

Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete uh

I stay shinin' like the lights on the street in the night

Revis take me shoppin' when I'm up in New York

Hit the shoe store

Go and cop a few more

You at the mall gettin' dinner at the food court

I'm in L.A. eatin' twenty-two course

Young boss bitch

Paper in my pockets

I got a closet filled with shoeboxes

Mom said my spendin' habit little bit obnoxious but a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit

Used to rock hand-me-downs

Now I buy some clothes

Wear 'em out

Hit the club, bitches pull they cameras out

Livin' in a dream

They beginnin' to believe

My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed

Shit with what I'm spittin' they should give me a degree

Good liquor

What I'm sippin' isn't cheap

Uh finna blow

Don't snooze, don't sleep

All I really need is some shoes on my feet

Hey

Hey

Hey

We just some motherfuckin' kids

Uh huh

I make 'em so mad

They got no swag

Pippens on my feet

They the throwbacks

Look

My money good but these hoes bad so they stay attached to my gonads uh

Wakin' up to a few L's

Open up my closet to that new shoe smell

Ah hah

I guess I'm doin' well

Smokin' all the weed that I used to sell but

Once my album goes in the shelves it's goin' Nextel how it's finna sell

For now we're sellin' tapes out my shoebox

Any spot just set up my shop

You're mad that your girl always says that I'm hot

She buyin' my t-shirts but she spendin' your guap

Uh

Say What up if you see me around

Nike Airs separate my feet from the ground

It's just

Yeah