conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Lighters with the following description: This song is the second single from the Bad Meets Evil EP: Hell The Sequel. It features a radio friendly vibe courtesy of Bruno Mars that separates it from the rest of the EP.
  “Lighters” was intended to be featured on Royce’s fifth solo studio album, Success Is Certain, but after Em heard the beat, he wrote a verse—the rest is history.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Bruno Mars]
  This one's for you and me
  Livin' out our dreams
  We're all right where we should be
  Lift 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 spiralled 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 wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat flustered
  Lacked luster ‘cause he couldn’t cut mustard
  Muster up nothin', brain fuzzy
  ‘Cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz and
  Now you wonder why he does it how he does it
  Wasn’t ‘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 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 it be known that 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" [Chorus: 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
  [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
  By the time you hear this, I’ll 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, oww, 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 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 the 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 [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, 'cause—
  [Chorus: 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