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Lighters ft Bruno Mars 
Hard
by Bad Meets Evil
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[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, 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 full of lighters
[Eminem]
By the time you hear this I will have spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters fighting, put your lighters up, point skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it me
I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to give up
The only 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
shit on how you flipped ya around, crock-o-shit
Who you 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, luster lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn’t 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 matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it to get it your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I say thanks cause your hate is gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise 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 should 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 time you hear I’ll probably be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the a minute
To Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it’s only right that I right till he can march right 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 I’m at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It’s ’bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I’m just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y’all niggas just like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
buggin out like Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
[Bruno Mars]
You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
this one’s 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 full of lighters
This one’s for you and me, 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 full of lighters
[Eminem]
By the time you hear this I will have spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters fighting, put your lighters up, point skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it me
I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to give up
The only 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
shit on how you flipped ya around, crock-o-shit
Who you 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, luster lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn’t 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 matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it to get it your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I say thanks cause your hate is gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise 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 should 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 time you hear I’ll probably be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the a minute
To Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it’s only right that I right till he can march right 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 I’m at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It’s ’bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I’m just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y’all niggas just like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
buggin out like Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
[Bruno Mars]
You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
this one’s 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 full of lighters
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