All in my same shoes, my love
All in my same shoes
All in my same shoes, my love
All in my same shoes
All in my same shoes, my love
(I had the And 1’s and the)
All in my same shoes
(Kobe's with the yellow trim, baby)
All in my same shoes, my love
(Now i want triple S’s)
All in my same shoes, my love
(can’t wait till they ship, baby)

I wanted Kobe's, had LeBrons, I needed Jordans
Shuffling the suburbs always something more important
Mowed them lawns for retros
Wanted the red ones, that's how I'd afford them
Enamored by shorty at the shoe store
She was gorgeous
My heart got broke when I was rocking DC's on some skater vibes
Used to rock Adidas classics when I learned to vaporize
Green stance Smith's I used to wear
On nights we drank the rye
Mattress on the floor that I would slide off
My red Asics by
Farmer on the hill that's how my name's derived
I can picture growing up
At least until the frame arrives
My soul is feeling worn
This fabric feeling torn
Put one foot in front the other
Maybe I should cop some more
Some more for real

All in my same shoes, my love
All in my same shoes
All in my same shoes, my love
All in my same shoes
All in my same shoes, my love
(I had the And 1’s and the)
All in my same shoes
(Kobe's with the yellow trim, baby)
All in my same shoes, my love
(Now i want triple S’s)
All in my same shoes, my love
(can’t wait till they ship, baby)