Lighters (Eminem & Royce Da 5'9 feat. Bruno Mars Cover)
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
By the time you hear this I will have already 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 keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king… This 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 this music There is or there ever 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 Cause 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 f-ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint 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 haters rib cage And let it be known from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel like I’m 6’8″
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[Royce Da 5'9"] By the time 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 daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute To tell 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 kill 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 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 cats meooww, ow Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao Ya’ll are doomed, I remember when T-Pain aint 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 y’all 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 second best I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
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