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Capo 3

Verse 1

 Dm                            F                                       
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
I stepped outside
                            
                      C                                                   E       
And I was like, Momma , this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly 

              Dm                        F
I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high 
                    
             C                                            E                                  
I touched the net, Mom I touched the net.. this is the best day of my life 

                            Dm
Air Max's were next, 
That air bubble, that mesh 

        F
The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread. 

Dm
At school, I was so cool 
I knew that I couldn't crease 'em 

         C
My friends couldn't afford 'em 

         E
Four stripes on their Adidas 

                 Dm
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pro's

   F
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo 

  Dm
Nike Air Flight , book bag was so dope 

                               E
And then my friend Carlos'  brother got murdered for his Fours, whoa 

   Dm
See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted his Starter coat though 

   F
Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello 

  Dm
You get clowned for those Pro Wings, with the velcro 
Those were not tight 

 E
I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, 

                      Dm
cuz I wanted to be like Mike, right 

                         F
Wanted to be him 
                                       C                           
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim 
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in 

E
I wanted what he had, America, it begins 

Chorus: 

  Dm
I want to fly 
                      F
Can you take me far away 
 
 Dm
Give me a star to reach for 

  C                        E
Tell me what it takes 

(Chords repeat)

And I'll go so high 
I'll go so high 
My feet won't touch the ground 
Stitch my wings 
And pull the strings 
I bought these dreams 
That all fall down 


 Dm
We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it 

  F
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it 

  C
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shoe

  E
A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in 

  Dm
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid 

  F
I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement 

 Dm
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it 

            C                                                  E
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said 

  Dm
Look at what that swoosh did 

                                                  F
See it consumed my thoughts 
Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box 

  Dm
Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk 

  E
That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops 

  Dm
We are what we wear, we wear what we are 

             F
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Nike tricked us all 

  C
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box 

                 E
These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off 

(Instrumental bit)

Dm F C E
Dm F Dm C E
Dm F C E
Dm F Dm C E

(Chorus Chords same as first chorus)

I want to fly
Can you take me far away 
Give me a star to reach for 
Tell me what it takes 
And I'll go so high 
I'll go so high 
My feet won't touch the ground 
So stitch my wings 
And pull the strings 
I bought these dreams 
That all fall down 

Dm F Dm C E

  Dm
They started out, with what I wear to school 

                  F
That first day, like these are what make you cool 

                    C
And this pair, this would be my parachute

                        E
So much more than just a pair of shoes 

                                 Dm
Nah, this is what I am 
What I wore, this is the source of my youth 

              F
This dream that they sold to you 

                               Dm
For a hundred dollars and some change 
Consumption is in the veins 

                      C                          E
And now I see it's just another pair of shoes

            
            
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