Eminem, Royce Da 5’9 (Bad Meets Evil) - Lighters (Lyrics) ft. Bruno Mars

Eminem, Royce Da 5’9 (Bad Meets Evil) - Lighters (Lyrics) ft. Bruno Mars Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Eminem Royce Da 5’9 Follow Loku: Wallpaper: Submit your Track, questions, art or further inquiries? Please email: yoyoloku@ Lyrics [Chorus: Bruno Mars] This one’s for you and me Livin’ out our dreams We are right where we should be With 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 [Verse 1: Eminem] By the time you hear this, I will have already spiraled up I would never do nothin’ to let you cowards f*** my world up If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’ Fighters keep fightin’, 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 ’Til nobody else even f***in’ feels me, ’til it kills me I swear to God I’ll be the f***in’ 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 Only thing I ever gave up’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’ s*** on how you flipped your life around, crock of s*** Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip “dick,“ you did 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 flustered Lacked luster ‘cause he couldn’t cut mustard Muster up nothin’, brain fuzzy ‘Cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzzer Now you wonder why he does it how he does it Wasn’t ‘cause he had buzzards Circlin’ around his head, waitin’ for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it ‘cause some b****es wrote him off? Little hussy-a** scuzzes F*** it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it? What difference it make? What’s it take? To get it through your thick skulls that this ain’t Some bulls***; 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 switchblade to a hater’s ribcage! 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 them Bics raise, ‘cause I came with 5’9“, but I feel like I’m 6’8“ [Chorus: Bruno Mars] This one’s for you and me Livin’ out our dreams We are right where we should be With 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 [Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9“] By the time you hear this, I’ll prolly already be outtie I advance like goin’ from totin’ iron to goin’ and buyin’ Four or five of the homies the Iron Man Audi My daddy told me: “Slow down, boy, you’re goin’ to blow it!“ And I ain’t 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 write ’til he can march right Into that post office and tell ’em to hang it up Now his career’s LeBron’s Jersey in twenty years I stop when I’m at the very top You s****ed on me on your way up, it’s ’bout to be a scary drop ‘Cause what goes up must come down You goin’ down on somethin’ 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 p**** Now I’m just the cat’s meow, oow, outclass the count Always down for the catchweight like Pacquiao Y’all are doomed I remember when T-Pain ain’t wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself, and auto-tunes ‘Cause now I’m in the Aston; I went from havin’ My city locked up to gettin’ treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I’m fantastic, compare it to a weed high And y’all n***** that’s gossipin’ like b****es On a radio and TV, see me, we fly Y’all buggin’ out like Wendy Williams starin’ at a beehive And how real is that? I remember signin’ my first deal Now I’m the second best, I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his a**, without the MTV awards gag