Songtext zu 'Lighters (Feat Bruno Mars)' von Bad Meets Evil

This ones 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

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 lightning
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
'Til nobody else even fucking feels me, 'til 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
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
Popping shit on how you flipped your life around, crock-o-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 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 buzzin'
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't 'cause he had buzzards circlin' around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it 'cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What 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 switch blade to a hater's ribcage
And let it be known that from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks 'cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let 'em Bics raise 'cause I came with 5'9 but I feel like I'm 6'8!

This ones for you and me
Living out our dreams
Where 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

By the time you hear this I probably already be outie
I advance like going from toting iron to goin
And buying 4 or 5 of the homies, to iron man outie
My daddy told me, slow down boy you're going to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop to be the minute to tell shady I love
The same way that he did dr. Dre on the chronic
Tell'em how real he is
Or how high I am
Or how I would kill him, for him to know it
I cry when he tears
My daddy gotta bad back
So its only right that I write
Till he can march right in to that post office and tell'em to hang it up

Now his careers lebron's jersey in twenty years
I stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
Its bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up
Must come down
You goin down
I'm 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 a cat's meow
I'm am?
Always down for the catch-way
Like pack it out
Yall 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 astin
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like (Kronica Patrick)
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And yall' niggas the sky sippin like bitches
On a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Yall' buggin out like wendy williams
Starin' 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

You and I
Know what its like
To be (came down?)
Forced to fight
But tonight
We're alright
So hold up your lights
Let it shine
Cause

This ones 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