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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Verse:
Gm Eb
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair, And I stepped outside
Bb D
And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly"
Gm Eb
I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
Bb7 D
I touched the net, "Momma I touched 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 D
My friends couldn't afford 'em, Four stripes on their Adidas
Gm
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
Eb Cm
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
Bb D
And then my friend Carlos' brother 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
Chorus:
Gm Eb Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
Bb D Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
Eb
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
Cm Bb D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall
down
Verse:
Gm Eb
We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
Bb
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
D
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new xxxx
Gm
a hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
Eb
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid
Cm
I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
Bb D
They told me to just do it, I 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 Bb
Strangled by these laces, laces I 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 Gm
These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
Interlude -x4-: Gm Eb Bb D
Chorus:
Gm Eb Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
Bb D Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
Eb
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
Cm Bb D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall
down
Interlude: Gm Eb Cm Bb D
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
Gm Eb
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair, And I stepped outside
Bb D
And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly"
Gm Eb
I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
Bb7 D
I touched the net, "Momma I touched 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 D
My friends couldn't afford 'em, Four stripes on their Adidas
Gm
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
Eb Cm
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo
Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
Bb D
And then my friend Carlos' brother 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
Chorus:
Gm Eb Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
Bb D Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
Eb
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
Cm Bb D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall
down
Verse:
Gm Eb
We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
Bb
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
D
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new xxxx
Gm
a hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
Eb
Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid
Cm
I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement
My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it
Bb D
They told me to just do it, I 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 Bb
Strangled by these laces, laces I 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 Gm
These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off
Interlude -x4-: Gm Eb Bb D
Chorus:
Gm Eb Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
Bb D Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
Eb
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
Cm Bb D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall
down
Interlude: Gm Eb Cm Bb D
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
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