Could U Love Me Lyrics - Lost And Found - Will Smith

Yo, Big Will in the place to be, mic check... mic check. 

Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town 

Would you love me if my pants was hand me downs, huh? 

Yo, yo, 

Often times I hear a phrase when I'm out & about 

8 to 80, all walks of life be shouting it out 

Usually, when its time for a encore I hear it 

Or when I did something hot, evoking the spirit 

It's weird, its like a double edge sword when ya'll 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, I'd be like damn for real? 

In a way it makes me wanna stay strong and moral 

But history say I could be gone tomorrow 

& though my future looks floral 

I feel like I'm hoping for much pain 

When people stop shouting my name 

& doubting my game & liking others better than me 

Writing letters to him instead of to me 

A veteran 'B', I know the game, but do me this here, 

In your heart be clear before you bless my ear 

Come on. 

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Could you love me if I lived in a shanty town 

Could you love me if my pants was hanging down 

Could you love me if my wrist ain't bling 

If I wasn't on TV & I ain't sing, huh? 

Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted 

Would my name be easier to forget it, huh? 

Could you love me if wrist ain't bling 

If I wasn't on TV & I ain't sing, huh? 

I pray before I sit with a pen & a pad 

A birth of a thought occurs & it calls me Dad 

To the universe an idea released from me 

Just a CD, nah man, a piece of me 

What you can't see is when you be dancing 'B' 

Is 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, its like you don't like me 

Some stuff works, some works not so well 

Its like you work so hard, still get hurt like hell 

Yo, it could tear you apart 

But don't let your wins go to your heard 

Your losses go to your heart 

& if we ever get the pleasure to meet 

Be clever with it, measure what you yell in the street 

Come on... 

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(CHORUS) 

Whoo, would you... 

Whoo, could you... 

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