[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 a**ortments of colors and hues
Chukkas on my feet make my cipher complete
Keep it cla**y, keep it clean, everything looking chic
Chukkas on my feet make my cipher complete
Keep it cla**y, 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 cla**ic, 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 I'd feel embarra**ed when
I'd 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 up's what I thought, so I bought
A pair of desert boots, then, I realized that I'm not
What I wear, how I dress, or how well that I am polished
I'm supposed to kick a verse about kicks but instead I kicked knowledge
This song's about shoes, but it's not a song about shoes
It's a song about you, you, so do you
[Bridge]
Chukkas on my feet make my cypher complete
Keep it cla**y, keep it clean, everything looking chic