[Verse 1]
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 that 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 Maxes were next, that air bubble, that mesh
The box, the smell, the stuffing, the tread
In school I was so cool, I knew that I couldn’t crease 'em
My friends couldn’t afford em, four stripes on their Adidas
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, book bag 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'd get clowned 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
[Hook]
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
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down
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 that 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 Maxes were next, that air bubble, that mesh
The box, the smell, the stuffing, the tread
In school I was so cool, I knew that I couldn’t crease 'em
My friends couldn’t afford em, four stripes on their Adidas
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, book bag 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'd get clowned 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
[Hook]
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
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!