Released: January 1, 2007

Songwriter: Mac Miller

Producer: Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh
One time, one time, one time for your goddamn mind

[Chorus]
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J's on my feet
Walk-walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet (Yeah)
Babes on my piece, sla-sla-slayin' the beats, yes (Ha, ayy, what's good, baby?)
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet (Oh, you ain't never heard of me?)
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet (Aight, yo)

[Verse 1]
'Cause it's a banger two, banger two (Uh-huh)
Type of shit on pay-per-view (Yessir)
Butt-naked she layin'-layin', 'cause you can't tame a zoo
She wild (Yep), she want my child, don't touch that dial
I whisper in her ear, it makes her smile (Haha)
Loud as I'm fuckin' her
Smooth like I'm in love with her
Tingles up my spine every time that I'm touchin' her (You know)
I love her like pussy, money, weed
When I'm hungry, I will feed
So for dinner, she cooks food with four different types of cheese
In the sheets, we have dessert until it hurts (Hurts)
Feelin' on her curves (Curves)
I pet up on that pussy 'til it purrs (Purrs)
Touch me, touch me, I'm sure it's her that loves me
'Cause I could make the Virgin Mary fuck me, trust me
Mac like Bernie, havin' sex like Will
Fuck a freaky circus bitch while she still wearin' stilts (Aha)
These J's on my feet and these babes on my piece
See, I have a different girl for every day of the week, like (You know)

[Chorus]
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet (Uh)
J-J's on my feet, J-J's on my feet (Uh, uh)
Walk-walkin' through this world with J's on my feet (Uh)
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet (Yep)
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
Babes on my piece, sla-sla-slayin' the beats, yes
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet

[Verse 2]
Girl, MapQuest my address to access my mattress
I get girls straight outta the pageant (Ha)
No doubt that I'm smashin', I'm askin' her name (What's good, baby?)
You a masterpiece, girl, and that ass is just flame (Yep)
She knows that I'm a rapper and her dad is ashamed
Won't let her out the crib, boy, he's actin' insane (Actin' insane)
She got that cute smile and she laugh at my name (Laugh at my name)
But wanna roll with my peoples, let Mac get that brain (Get that brain)
Yeah, Mac has that game, so see how he plays it
I face piff, rap to a girl and leave her anxious
Girls wanted me when I was chubby with some braces
I bet they like me now 'cause I got money and I'm famous
The taste is delicious, her lips give me kisses (Yep)
Throw her in the kitchen and she's makin' me dishes
Her dinner ain't right, I'll admit it's smellin' awful
That girl can make a batch of Belgian waffles a jawful (Haha)

[Chorus]
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J's on my feet
Walk-walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
Babes on my piece (Yeah), sla-sla-slayin' the beats, yes
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet

[Verse 3]
Grab a ounce or bigger, then I bounce like Tigger (Peace)
Count three dollars up and grab a pack of some Swishers
I'm feelin' stoned, I got my cigarillo rolled
Filled with green isle like an armadillo's nose (Nose)
I'm sniffin' out the hoes that light the piff and wanna throw
Then we spliffin' up the dro as I'm slippin' off her clothes
Not a player like pun, there's more flavors to come
No long-lastin' girls, they Life Savers, not gum
But I could use her beauty (Beauty)
They can take her to a movie
But that girl be gettin' more love than Lucy
So I can't complain (Complain), or contain these broads
I feel like I'm like the white Flavor Flav with broads
Shorty got a ass, a body, plus her face is bomb
They runnin' after me, yo, restrain 'em, dog
They gon' tackle me (Tackle me)
Rip clothes off and saddle me
Mac, wake ya ass up and hop into reality (Haha)
I guess hoes ain't here kissin' my feet
But I do got a fine new bitch every week (Haha, best believe)
I said I guess hoes ain't here kissin' feet
But I do got a fine new bitch every week, so don't sleep

[Chorus]
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J's on my feet
Walk-walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
Babes on my piece, sla-sla-slayin' the beats, yes
Walkin' through this world with J's on my feet
J-J's on my feet, J-J-J's on my feet

Mac Miller

Malcolm James McCormick (Jan. 19, 1992 – Sept. 7, 2018), who performed as Mac Miller, was an American rapper and producer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Since releasing his first mixtape at just 15 years old, he became one of the leaders of the new school of young and highly talented “weirdos.”

Mac’s credibility in the rap game increased ten-fold and resulted in a slew of quality releases, including 2012’s Macadelic mixtape, his second studio album Watching Movies With The Sound Off, and his critically-acclaimed 2014 mixtape Faces.

He had multiple alter-egos, most notably his producer alias Larry Fisherman and his sick and twisted pitched-up persona (à la Quasimoto,) Delusional Thomas.