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Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Genres: Hip-Hop

Wing$ Lyrics - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair 

And I stepped outside 

And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly" 

I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high 

I touched the net, "Mom, I touched the net," this is the best day of my life 

 

Air Max's were next, 

That air bubble, that mesh 

 

The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, 

 

At school 

I was so cool 

 

I knew that I couldn't crease 'em 

 

My friends couldn't afford 'em 

 

Four stripes on their Adidas 

 

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On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros 

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

Nike Air Flight, but that was so dope 

 

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

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

 

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

You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro 

 

Those were not tight 

I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, 

 

Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right 

 

Wanted to be him, 

 

I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim 

 

I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, 

I wanted what he had, America, it begins 

 

I want to fly 

 

Can you take me far away? 

Give me a star to reach for 

Tell me what it takes 

 

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And I'll go so high 

I'll go so high 

My feet won't touch the ground 

I stitch my wings 

And pull the strings 

 

I bought these dreams 

That all fall down 

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

 

So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it 

Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit 

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

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

I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement 

My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it 

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

Look at what that swoosh did 

See it consumed my thoughts 

Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box 

Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk 

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

We are what we wear, we wear what we are 

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

 

Will I stand for change or stay in my box 

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

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 

I stitch my wings 

And pull the strings 

I bought these dreams 

That all fall down 

It started out with what I wear to school 

That first day, like these are what make you cool 

And this pair, this would be my parachute 

So much more than just a pair of shoes 

Nah, this is what I am 

What I wore, this is the source of my youth 

This dream that they sold to you 

For a hundred dollars and some change 

Consumption is in the veins 

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

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