[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