Mac Miller — Nikes On My Feet

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Woah
Haha, yeah

And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
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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)
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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’ twenty-two 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
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And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
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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)
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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
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Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes
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Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes