Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Could U Love Me, artist - Will Smith. Album song Lost And Found, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 28.03.2005
Record label: An Interscope Records release;
Song language: English
Could U Love Me |
| Uhh… hoo! |
| Uh, yo, Big Will, in the place to be |
| Mic check and uh, mic check and uh |
| Uh, uh, yo |
| Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town? |
| Would you love me if my pants was hand-me-downs? |
| Hah, huh? |
| Yo, yo |
| Often times I hear a phrase when I’m out and about |
| 8 to 80 all walks of life be shouting it out |
| Usually when it’s time for an encore I hear it |
| But when I did something hot it broke in the spirit |
| It’s weird, it’s like a double-edged sword when y’all applaud |
| It’s kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile |
| How do I respond to the phrase «I love you Will!» |
| Kinda heavy when I hear it — be like «Damn f’real?» |
| In a way it make me wanna stay strong and moral |
| But history, say I could be gone tomorrow |
| And though my future look floral, it feel like I’m open |
| For much pain, when people stop shouting my name |
| And doubting my game, liking others better than me |
| Writing, letters to him instead of letters to me |
| A veteran B, I know the game, but do me this here |
| In your heart be clear before you bless my ear, c’mon |
| Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town? |
| Could you love me if my pants was hand-me-down? |
| Could you love me if my wrists ain’t bling? |
| If I wasn’t on TV, and I ain’t sing, huh? |
| Could you love me if my whip wasn’t chrome fitted? |
| Will my name be easier to forget it, huh? |
| Could you love me if my wrists ain’t bling? |
| If I wasn’t on TV, and I ain’t sing, huh? |
| I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad |
| A birth of a thought occurs, and it calls me dad |
| And to the universe an idea, released from me |
| Just a CD? |
| Nah man, a piece of me |
| But you can’t see it that when you be dancing B |
| As I asked you a question that’s how you answer me |
| So when you don’t dance it be like I’m choking from cancer |
| Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can’t survive, sure |
| I rationalize, like oh I see |
| But if you don’t like my cut it’s like you don’t like me |
| Some stuff works, some works, not so well |
| It’s like you work like hell, still get hurt like hell |
| Yo, it can tear you apart |
| But don’t let your wins go to your head, your losses go to your heart |
| And if we ever get the pleasure to meet |
| Be clever wit and please measure what you yell in the street, c’mon |
| Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town? |
| Could you love me if my pants was hand-me-down? |
| Could you love me if my wrists ain’t bling? |
| If I wasn’t on TV, and I ain’t sing, huh? |
| Could you love me if my whip wasn’t chrome fitted? |
| Will my name be easier to forget it, huh? |
| Could you love me if my wrists ain’t bling? |
| If I wasn’t on TV, and I ain’t sing, huh? |