Will Smith

Loretta

Will Smith

Lost and Found


LORETTA (THIS IS A TRUE STORY)
CHORUS
Loretta, wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her life
Thought she would be his wife OH Loretta
Never ever meant him no danger, her love for his sustained her
Thought that he would change her life
Miss Loretta, a young girl, I never really met her,
A fun girl, a real go-getter, I heard a gold Jetta
A full with books & herb or so I’m told, hooked on my every word
Oh so bold, a love letter cleverly worded in a jacket pocket
Wrapped inside a platinum locket
In the shape of a heart with pictures of me
Had it inscribed, “no us, no him then no me
She fell in love with the Prince of Bel-Air
Fantasy was to see me & to be with me there
So she wrote a love letter to me & then she signed it Loretta
Said, “I gotta go get him, Will is my Soulmate”
We gotta be together how could we not be together
But wait if I send the letter I mean how will I be sure if they give it to him
What if they don’t give it to him, that would ruin everything
I gotta take it to him myself
CHORUS
She packed all that she owned into the back of her Jetta,
her backpack, her cellphone & a love letter
Most of her stuff was done up with pictures of me on it with a phrase “It’s gonna be” on it
Her mother begging her please come home & then Loretta resenting her
Leave me alone Ma! I won’t leave my destiny unfulfilled
“You’re just jealous be cause Daddy ain’t as sweet as my Will”,(click)
To the front gate at NBC, in June & July, backstage at MTV,
she would drive anyplace that they’d mention I’d be
Told herself, “strive for love & God eventually
he would give me to her & her to me, this was meant to be
see me & my men on CNN, then the birth of the inevitable hate begin
cause hate is the chld to greatness
the glue between Neo & the Smiths in the matrix, yin to the yang
It just must be, ask anybody with a Grammy or an MVP
(B SECTION)
I said stop, get out, I don’t need this hate around me
All your negativity might drown me I just try to go hard, doing my job
Stop, get out – the whole world loves me cause I do what I do
& I don’t like the energy coming from you Trying to play me soft, wave em off
CHORUS
(I just wave em off, yeah) I ain’t concerned with your hatin’ that don’t slow down my paper makin
(wave em off, yeah) While the whole world recognize, you looking at me with your crooked eyes
(wave em off yeah) Love me, I paved the way, boys we can’t behave this way come on
(wave em off, yeah)While the whole world recognize, you looking at me with your crooked eyes
Coming of age I invaded nations, on stage, I seen Haitian & Asian faces
No vacations just more locations, I go places, so chasing my vocation
So demonstrating the way to be patient with life’s test, through my IRS situations
My guess is my dedication don’t phase ya, a public sensation, in private you hatin’
Why? That’s so last year, that’s so not sexy, but I shall not let the hate stress me
I got bigger fish to fry & I could stand on my wallet, probably kiss the sky
When I close my eyes, I wish that I could change how you get pissed when I do things you can’t deny
Truth is, Great do need Hate to survive, so I…
CHORUS
Block ‘em out, ignore ‘em (wave em off)
Don’t pay these jokers no mind (wave em off)
They just all mad cause they in the coat section of the hate train & they can’t get off
Still flaming boy, stand clear of the hatin’ is the best defense Tryin to exceed excellence
Same way hope comes with fear, yo,
Greatness lives here, then ‘hateness’ lives here, Trust!
Compositor: Will SmithPublicado em 2005ECAD verificado fonograma #1933220 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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