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
eminem
by the time you hear this i will have already spiraled up
i would never do nothin’ to let you cowards fuck 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 fuckin’ feels me ’til it kills me
i swear to god i’ll be the fuckin’ 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’ shit on how you flipped your life around crock of shit
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 wasnt that long ago when marshall sat flustered
lacked luster cause he couldnt cut mustard
muster up nothin’ brain fuzzy
cause hes buzzin woke up from that buzzer
now you wonder why he does it how he does it
wasnt cause he had buzzards
circlin’ around his head waitin’ for him to drop dead was it
or was it cause some bitches wrote him off
little hussyass scuzzes
fuck it guess it doesnt matter now does it
what difference it make whats it take
to get it through your thick skulls that this aint
some bullshit people dont 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 haters 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 im 6’8
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
royce da 5’9
by the time you hear this ill 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 shitted 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 pussy
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 tpain ain’t wanna work with me
my car starts itself parks itself and autotunes
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 niggas that’s gossipin’ like bitches
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 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 we’re all right
so hold up your lights
let it shine ’cause
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
Artist: Bad Meets Evil Featuring Bruno Mars
Year: 2011
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 425