| Loretta, wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her life
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| Thought she would be his wife OH Loretta
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| Never ever meant him no danger, her love for his sustained her
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| Thought that he would change her life
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| Miss Loretta, a young girl, I never really met her,
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| A fun girl, a real go-getter, I heard a gold Jetta
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| A full with books & herb or so I’m told, hooked on my every word
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| Oh so bold, a love letter cleverly worded in a jacket pocket
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| Wrapped inside a platinum locket
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| 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
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| Fantasy was to see me & to be with me there
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| So she wrote a love letter to me & then she signed it Loretta
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| Said, «I gotta go get him, Will is my Soulmate»
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| We gotta be together how could we not be together
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| But wait if I send the letter I mean how will I be sure if they give it to him
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| What if they don’t give it to him, that would ruin everything
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| I gotta take it to him myself
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| She packed all that she owned into the back of her Jetta,
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| her backpack, her cellphone & a love letter
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| 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
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| Leave me alone Ma! |
| I won’t leave my destiny unfulfilled
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| «You're just jealous be cause Daddy ain’t as sweet as my Will»,(click)
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| To the front gate at NBC, in June & July, backstage at MTV,
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| she would drive anyplace that they’d mention I’d be Told herself, «strive for love & God eventually
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| he would give me to her & her to me, this was meant to be 14 months outside every event that I’d be at, she’d still keep missing me
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| & now she’s getting high with more frequency now
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| rage rumbling inside got to be with me now
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| then she heard I married Jada, she took her love letter out & wrote down,
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| «PS — I hate her.»
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| Kodak Center, where the Oscars is at, she’s sleep getting woke up by the cops
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| in the back
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| By a dumpster didn’t even greet 'em with fear, grinning ear to ear, said «my husband meeting me here»
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| «You know him, he’s nominated for his flick 'Ali' & it’ll be hell to pay if you
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| pick on me!»
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| «Don't put that stick on me!», «Hell no I’m not leaving, get your hands
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| off me. |
| Don’t make those things click on me»
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| Kicking & screaming, «You intervening, this is fate. |
| Mister. |
| What you mean that
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| I ain’t?»
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| «What you mean it seems like I ain’t»
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| «Ooh, your like my Mom & our love is gonna survive ya’ll hate. |
| God gon' take me to my destiny.»
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| «Ya'll only seeing one side of me, Will gon' see the rest of me,
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| he gon' see the best of me.»
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| 'If I could only get him next to me, he gon' bring my blessings to me,
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| I know it." |