Mac Miller
Nikes on My Feet lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Beginner
- Released
- 2010
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 2:45
Whoa
Haha, yeah
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (hey, hey)
Nike-Nike-Nikes (hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (haha)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (we just some motherfuckin' kids)
Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete (just some motherfuckin' kids)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
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 shining 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 getting dinner at the food court
I'm in LA eatin' 22 course
Young boss, bitch, paper in my pockets
I got a closet filled with shoeboxes
Mom said my spending 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
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nikes (hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (hey)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (hey)
Nike-Nike-Nikes (uh), Nike-Nike-Nikes (we just some motherfuckin' kids, haha)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
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
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 going 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
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (yeah)
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes
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Key vocabulary
- whoa
- stop; hold on
- ayy
- hey; agreement
- bitches
- insulting term; women (slur)
- buyin
- paying to enter
- spendin
- spending (informal)
- guap
- money (slang)
- nike
- sportswear brand
- cheap
- low in priceA1
- clothes
- items worn on your bodyA1
- club
- place for socializingA1
About this song
Mac Miller was an American rapper and singer from Pittsburgh whose genre-spanning hip-hop combined party-starting beginnings with introspective, often jazzy and philosophical songwriting. He first broke through with the mainstream success of Blue Slide Park and later became a self-produced auteur credited under the name Larry Fisherman, known for candid material that culminated in his final album Swimming.