Could U Love Me Songtext
von Will Smith

Uh
Whoo
Uh
Yo
Big Will
In the place to be
Mic check and a
Mic check and a
Uh, uh
Yo

Would you love me in a shack in the shanty town?

Would you love me if my pants was hand-me-downs?
Huh?

Yo, yo
Oftentimes I hear a phrase when I′m out and about
Eight to eighty, all walks of life be shoutin' it out
Usually when it′s time for a encore I hear it
Or when I did somethin' hot, invokin' 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, for real?"

In a way it make me wanna stay strong and moral
But history said I could be gone tomorrow
And though my future look floral

It feel like I'm hopin′ for much pain
When people stop shoutin' my name and doubtin′ my game
Likin' others better than me
Writin' 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
Come on


Could you love me in a shack in the 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?
Would my name be easier to forget, 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
Into the universe an idea released from me
Just a CD? Nah, man, a piece of me
What you can′t see is that when you be dancin', B
Is I asked you a question, that's how you answer me
So when you don′t dance it be like I′m chokin' 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 could 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 with it, please measure what you yell in the street
Come on

Could you love me in a shack in the 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?
Would my name be easier to forget, huh?
Could you love me if my wrists ain′t bling?
If I wasn't on TV and I ain′t sing, huh?