Verse:
Gm                                         Eb
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair, And I stepped outside

                 Bb                                      D
And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly"
           Gm                            Eb
I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
              Bb7                                         D
I touched the net, "Momma I touched the net," this is the best day of my life
     Gm
Air Max's was next, That air bubble, that mesh
     Eb
The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread,
     Cm
In school, I was so cool, I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
     Bb                              D
My friends couldn't afford 'em, Four stripes on their Adidas
       Gm
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
    Eb                                                 Cm
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
                                
Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
             Bb                         D
And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa
                     Gm
See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though
                  Eb
Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
          Gm
You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro, Those were not tight
                D
I was trying to fly without leaving the ground,
        Gm
Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right, Wanted to be him,
Eb
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
Cm    
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,
Bb                     D
I wanted what he had, America, it begins

Chorus:
Gm                     Eb          Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
Bb              D                     Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
                     Eb        
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
           Cm                                           Bb          D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall 

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Verse:
Gm                                                     Eb 
We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
                                            Bb 
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
                                                D
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new xxxx
                                                        Gm
a hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
                                     Eb 
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid
                                                  Cm
I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement
                                                   
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
       Bb                         D
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
     Gm
Look at what that swoosh did
                          Eb 
See it consumed my thoughts
                                                           
Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box
Cm                                                Bb 
Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk
                         D
That's my air bubble and I'm lost if it pops
Gm
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
    Eb 
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
       Bb 
Will I stand for change or stay in my box
      D                                                      Gm
These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off

Interlude -x4-: Gm Eb  Bb  D

Chorus:
Gm                     Eb          Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
Bb              D                     Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
                     Eb        
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
           Cm                                           Bb          D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall 

down

Interlude: Gm Eb Cm Bb D

Verse:
Gm
They started out, with what I wear to school
           Eb                               
That first day, like these are what make you cool
          Bb
And this pair, this would be my parachute
        D
So much more than just a pair of shoes
                    Gm
Nah, this is what I am
                                     
What I wore, this is the source of my youth
      Eb
This dream that they sold to you
              Cm
For a hundred dollars and some change

Consumption is in the veins
          Bb             D       
And now I see it's just another pair of shoes
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