Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lighters, artist - Bad Meets Evil. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lighters |
| This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams |
| We’re all 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 one’s for you and me, living out our dreams |
| We’re all 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’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’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 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 cat’s meow, ow |
| Classic cow, always down for the catchweight like Pacquiao |
| Ya’ll are doomed |
| I remember when T-Pain ain’t 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 that’s gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV |
| See me, we fly |
| Y’all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a beehive |
| 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 lights |
| Let it shine |
| 'Cause, this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams |
| We’re all 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 |