Wing

Gm                                
I was seven years old, when I got 
         Eb
my first pair, And I stepped outside
                 Bb             
And I was like, "Momma, this air 
                         D
bubble right here, it's gonna make 
me fly"
           Gm                      
I hit back-court and when I jumped,
      Eb
 I jumped, I swear I got so high
              Bb7                  
I touched the net, "Momma I touched
                       D
 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                            
My friends couldn't afford 'em, 
  D
Four stripes on their Adidas
       Gm
On the court I wasn't the best, but 
my kicks were like the pros
    Eb                      
Yo, I stick out my tongue so 
                           Cm
everyone could see that logo

Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
             Bb                    
And then my friend Carlos' brother 
     D
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

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

[Verse]
Gm                        
We want what we can't have, 
                             Eb
commodity makes us want it
So expensive, damn, I just got to 
          Bb
flaunt it
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this 
            D
that new xxxx
a hundred dollars for a pair of 
                        Gm
shoes I would never hoop in
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool 
  Eb
kid
I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm 
                 Cm
part of a movement

My movement told me be a consumer 
and I consumed it
       Bb                    
They told me to just do it, I 
     D
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                                
Strangled by these laces, laces I 
                Bb
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                            
These Nikes help me define me, but 
                          Gm
I'm trying to take mine, off

[Interlude]
Gm Eb  Bb  D

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

[Interlude]
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[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