[Verse 1: J. Han] Brother don’t confuse me to be some kind of greedy Money hungry, hypebeast-infatuated meanie I just like these type of shoes well, they don’t jump and sure don’t swoosh And come in smaller assortments of colors and hues Chukkas on my feet make my cipher complete Keep it classy, keep it clean, everything looking chic Chukkas on my feet make my cipher complete Keep it classy, keep it clean, everything looking chic Leather uppers with a rounded toe Open lacing, crepe rubber sole It’s a legendary, clever, brilliant engineering Simple and so elegant lasting another centenary (100 years) This a desert boot, straight timeless It’s a golden shoe with a touch of midas And some people may address you royal flyness A cult classic, you can’t even deny this
[Hook] I got my chukkas I love my desert boots Yea, I’m feeling good, feeling fresher than I’ve ever been How about you?
[Verse 2: Mickey Cho] I got a question, What is swag? What is style? I still remember back when I was just a little child Wondering is it what you wear, how you dress, or how you smile that defines you Come around here and take a walk now in my shoes I used to wanna fit in, I used to wear the kicks That everyone was rocking, so often Id feel embarrassed when Id hear the kids talking, laughing at what I was wearing then So I would go shopping to copy whatever the latest trend was A couple years ago my fears arose Higher than a high top, I needed me a miracle, oh my God I gotta switch my style ups what I thought, so I bought A pair of desert boots, then, I realized that Im not What I wear, how I dress, or how well that I am polished Im supposed to kick a verse about kicks but instead I kicked knowledge This songs about shoes, but its not a song about shoes Its a song about you, you, so do you
[Bridge] Chukkas on my feet make my cypher complete Keep it classy, keep it clean, everything looking chic
[Verse 1: J. Han] Brother don’t confuse me to be some kind of greedy Money hungry, hypebeast-infatuated meanie I just like these type of shoes well, they don’t jump and sure don’t swoosh And come in smaller assortments of colors and hues Chukkas on my feet make my cipher complete Keep it classy, keep it clean, everything looking chic Chukkas on my feet make my cipher complete Keep it classy, keep it clean, everything looking chic Leather uppers with a rounded toe Open lacing, crepe rubber sole It’s a legendary, clever, brilliant engineering Simple and so elegant lasting another centenary (100 years) This a desert boot, straight timeless It’s a golden shoe with a touch of midas And some people may address you royal flyness A cult classic, you can’t even deny this
[Hook] I got my chukkas I love my desert boots Yea, I’m feeling good, feeling fresher than I’ve ever been How about you?
[Verse 2: Mickey Cho] I got a question, What is swag? What is style? I still remember back when I was just a little child Wondering is it what you wear, how you dress, or how you smile that defines you Come around here and take a walk now in my shoes I used to wanna fit in, I used to wear the kicks That everyone was rocking, so often Id feel embarrassed when Id hear the kids talking, laughing at what I was wearing then So I would go shopping to copy whatever the latest trend was A couple years ago my fears arose Higher than a high top, I needed me a miracle, oh my God I gotta switch my style ups what I thought, so I bought A pair of desert boots, then, I realized that Im not What I wear, how I dress, or how well that I am polished Im supposed to kick a verse about kicks but instead I kicked knowledge This songs about shoes, but its not a song about shoes Its a song about you, you, so do you
[Bridge] Chukkas on my feet make my cypher complete Keep it classy, keep it clean, everything looking chic
