Lighters

[Hook: Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me living 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 nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’ Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king 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 them shove it cause it wasn’t that Long ago when Marshall sat flustered, lacked luster Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing 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 Circling around his head waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it cause some bitches wrote him off? Little hussy ass scuzzes Fuck 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 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 switchblade to a hater’s ribcage And let 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" [Hook] [Verse 2: Royce] By the time you hear this I probably already be outty I advance like going from toting, I end up going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi My daddy told me, "Slow down boy, you're going 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 till he can march right In to that post office and tell 'em to hang it up Now his career's LeBron's Jersey in 20 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 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 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 having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic, compare it to a weed high And y'all niggas that's gossiping like bitches On a radio and TV, see me, we fly Y'all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive And how real is that? I remember signing 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 [Bridge: 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, because [Hook]