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Lighters ft Bruno Mars 
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by Bad Meets Evil
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[Bruno Mars]
This for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky of lighters
[Eminem]
By the you hear this I will have spiralled up
I never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me
I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in music
There is or will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave’s using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat, lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, cause fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make?
it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
don’t usually come back way
From a place that was as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch to a haters rib cage
And let it be known this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel I’m 6’8″
[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta the beat a minute
To tell I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how he is or how high I am
Or how I would for him for him to know it
I cried tears, my got a bad back
So it’s only right I right till he can march into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It’s ’bout to be a drop
Cause what goes up must down
You going down on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I’m just the meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I’m fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And niggas just gossipin’ like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y’all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV gag
[Bruno Mars]
You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we’re alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
This for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky of lighters
[Eminem]
By the you hear this I will have spiralled up
I never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me
I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in music
There is or will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave’s using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat, lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, cause fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make?
it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
don’t usually come back way
From a place that was as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch to a haters rib cage
And let it be known this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel I’m 6’8″
[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta the beat a minute
To tell I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how he is or how high I am
Or how I would for him for him to know it
I cried tears, my got a bad back
So it’s only right I right till he can march into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It’s ’bout to be a drop
Cause what goes up must down
You going down on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I’m just the meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I’m fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And niggas just gossipin’ like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y’all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV gag
[Bruno Mars]
You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we’re alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
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