Wing$

作曲 : Andrew Joslyn/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 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 stuffin, 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, but bad was so shittin

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

See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted a 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

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

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, yea, 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

Stitch my wings

And pull the strings

I bought these dreams

That all fall down

They 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