| Not My Video Lyrics: 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 Max's 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, some Air-didas 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 dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his fours, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Probings, with the velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, cuz 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 Chorus: 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 Find More lyrics at ... |
