I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
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And I stepped outside
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And I was like, Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly
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I hit back-court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
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I touched the net, Momma I touched the net, this is the best day of my life
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Air Max's wAS next,
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That air bubble, that mesh
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The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school
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I was so cool
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I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
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My friends couldn't afford 'em
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Four stripes, some Air-didas
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On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
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Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
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Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
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And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his fours, whoa
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See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though
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Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
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You could clown for those Probings, with the velcro
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Those were not tight
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I was trying to fly without leaving the ground,
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Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right
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Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
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I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,
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I wanted what he had, America, it begins
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[Chorus:]
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I want to fly
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Can you take me far away
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Give me a star to reach for
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Tell me what it takes
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And I'll go so high
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I'll go so high
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My feet won't touch the ground
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Stitch my wings
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And pull the strings
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I bought these dreams
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That all fall down
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We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
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So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
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Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit
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A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
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Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid
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I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement
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My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
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They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
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Look at what that swoosh did
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See it consumed my thoughts
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Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box
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Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk
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That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops
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We are what we wear, we wear what we are
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But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
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Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
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These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
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[Chorus:]
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I want to fly
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Can you take me far away
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Give me a star to reach for
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Tell me what it takes
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And I'll go so high
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I'll go so high
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My feet won't touch the ground
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Stitch my wings
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And pull the strings
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I bought these dreams
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That all fall down
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They started out, with what I wear to school
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That first day, like these are what make you cool
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And this pair, this would be my parachute
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So much more than just a pair of shoes
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Nah, this is what I am
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What I wore, this is the source of my youth
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This dream that they sold to you
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For a hundred dollars and some change
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Consumption is in the veins
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And now I see it's just another pair of shoes
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Wings
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Macklemore |