This song is from the album Hell: The Sequel(2011), released on 14 June 2011. The vocals are by Bad Meets Evil , Bruno Mars, the music is produced by Philip Lawrence, Ari Levine, Battle Royale, Bruno Mars, Royce da 5’9″ , Eminem, and the lyrics are written by Battle Roy, The Smeezingtons , Eminem.
This song is originally in the key of C Major. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 89 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of C Major. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 89 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Bad Meets Evil , Bruno Mars ,
Producer: Battle Roy, The Smeezingtons , Eminem,
Writer: Philip Lawrence, Ari Levine, Battle Royale, Bruno Mars, Royce da 5’9″ , Eminem,
Producer: Battle Roy, The Smeezingtons , Eminem,
Writer: Philip Lawrence, Ari Levine, Battle Royale, Bruno Mars, Royce da 5’9″ , Eminem,
Original Key: C Major Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 89 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] . [CHORUS] C This one's for you and me Em Livin' out our dreams Am F We are right where we should be C Em With my arms out wide, I open my eyes Am F And now all I wanna see C Em Is a sky full of lighters Am F A sky full of lighters [VERSE] C By the time you hear this, I will have already spiraled up Em I would never do nothin' to let you cowards fuck my world up Am If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin' F Fighters keep fightin', put your lighters up, point 'em skyward, uh C Had a dream, I was king; I woke up, still king Em This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking Am 'Til nobody else even fuckin' feels me, 'til it kills me F I swear to God I'll be the fuckin' illest in this music C There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free Em But from now on I'm refusing to ever give up Am Only thing I ever gave up's using no more excuses F Excuse me if my head is too big for this building C And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick Em Poppin' shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit Am Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip "dick," you did opposite F You stayed the same 'cause "cock" backwards is still "cock," you pricks! C I love it when I tell 'em shove it Em ‘Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat flustered Em Am Lacked luster ‘cause he couldn’t cut mustard Am Muster up nothin', brain fuzzy F ‘Cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzzer C Now you wonder why he does it how he does it C Wasn’t ‘cause he had buzzards Em Circlin' around his head, waitin' for him to drop dead, was it? Am Or was it ‘cause some bitches wrote him off? F Little hussy ass scuzzes F Fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it? C What difference it make? What’s it take? Em To get it through your thick skulls that this ain’t Em Some bullshit; people don’t usually come back this way Am From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place F Now let these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage! C Em And let it be known from this day forward, I wanna just say Em Thanks, ‘cause your hate is what gave me the strength Am F So let them Bics raise, ‘cause I came with Em'", but I feel like I’m '" www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] C This one's for you and me Em Livin' out our dreams Am F We are right where we should be C Em With my arms out wide, I open my eyes Am F And now all I wanna see C Em Is a sky full of lighters Am F A sky full of lighters [VERSE] C By the time you hear this, I’ll prolly already be outtie Em Am I advance like goin' from totin' iron to goin' and buyin’ Am Four or five of the homies the Iron Man Audi F My daddy told me: "Slow down, boy, you're goin' to blow it!" C Em And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute to tell Shady I love him Em Am The same way that he did Dr. Dre on The Chronic Am F Tell him how real he is, or how high I am F Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it C Em I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back Em Am So it's only right that I write 'til he can march right Am Into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up F Now his career's LeBron's Jersey in twenty years C I stop when I'm at the very top Em You shitted on me on your way up, it's 'bout to be a scary drop Am ‘Cause what goes up must come down F You goin' down on somethin' you don't wanna see, like a hairy box C Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now Em Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Am Now I'm just the cat's meow, oow, outclass the count F Always down for the catchweight like Pacquiao C Y'all are doomed C I remember when T Pain ain't wanna work with me Em My car starts itself, parks itself, and auto tunes Am ‘Cause now I'm in the Aston; I went from havin' F My city locked up to gettin' treated like Kwame Kilpatrick C And now I'm fantastic, compare it to a weed high Em And y'all niggas that's gossipin' like bitches Am On a radio and TV, see me, we fly F Y'all buggin' out like Wendy Williams starin' at a beehive C Em And how real is that? I remember signin' my first deal Em Now I'm the second best, I can deal with that Am F Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag [BRIDGE] F C You and I know what it's like G Am To be kicked down, forced to fight G F C But tonight, we're all right G So hold up your lights Am G F Let it shine, 'cause— [CHORUS] C This one's for you and me Em Livin' out our dreams Am F We are right where we should be C Em With my arms out wide, I open my eyes Am F And now all I wanna see C Em Is a sky full of lighters Am F A sky full of lighters
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