Wings chords by Macklemore

Tuning: Standard EBGDAE

Difficulty: Novice

VERSE 1:

Gm                                         D#
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair, And I stepped outside

A#                                      D
And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly"
           Gm                            D#
I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high
              A#7                                         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
     D#
The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread,
     Cm
In school, I was so cool, I knew that I couldn't crease 'em
     A#                              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
    D#                                                 Cm
Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo

Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope
             A#                         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
                  D#
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,
D#
I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim
Cm
I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,
A#                     D
I wanted what he had, America, it begins

CHORUS:

Gm                     D#          Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
A#              D                     Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
                     D#
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
           Cm                                           A#          D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall

down

VERSE 2:

Gm                                                     D#
We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it
                                            A#
So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it
                                                D
Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit
                                                        Gm
A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in
                                     D#
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
       A#                         D
They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said
     Gm
Look at what that swoosh did
                          D#
See it consumed my thoughts

Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box
Cm                                                A#
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
    D#
But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all
       A#
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

Gm D#  A#  D (X4)

CHORUS:

Gm                     D#          Cm
I want to fly, Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for
A#              D                     Gm
Tell me what it takes, And I'll go so high
                     D#
I'll go so high, My feet won't touch the ground
           Cm                                           A#          D
Stitch my wings, And pull the strings, I bought these dreams, That all fall

down

VERSE 3:

Gm D# Cm A# D (X1)

Gm
They started out, with what I wear to school
           D#
That first day, like these are what make you cool
          A#
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
      D#
This dream that they sold to you
              Cm
For a hundred dollars and some change

Consumption is in the veins
          A#             D
And now I see it's just another pair of shoes