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Willard Christopher "Will" Smith, Jr. (born September 25, 1968), also known by his stage name The Fresh Prince, is an American actor, producer, and rapper. He has enjoyed success in television, film and music. In April 2007, Newsweek called him the most powerful actor in Hollywood. Smith has been nominated for four Golden Globe Awards, two Academy Awards, and has won multiple Grammy Awards.
In the late 1980s, Smith achieved modest fame as a rapper under the name The Fresh Prince. In 1990, his popularity increased dramatically when he starred in the popular television series The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. The show ran for nearly six years (1990–1996) on NBC and has been syndicated consistently on various networks since then. In the mid-1990s, Smith moved from television to film, and ultimately starred in numerous blockbuster films. He is the only actor to have eight consecutive films gross over $100 million in the domestic box office and the only one to have eight consecutive films in which he starred open at #1 spot in the domestic box office tally.
And when nobody can say that you hate
But then your story made the store right now
And when you started to say that you hate
You're coming down to the start up gown
And then this party, you just stay that you hide
You're coming down to just start running down
And when nobody you're just shredding his head
You're coming down to the start up gown
Spinning down alone, spinning down alone
Spinning down alone, you spin alive
Spinning down alone, spinning down alone
Spinning down alone, you spin alive
Spinning down alone, spinning down alone
Spinning down alone, you spin alive
Spinning down alone, spinning down alone
Spinning down alone, you spin alive
Spinning down alone, spinning down alone
Spinning down alone, you spin alive
Spinning down alone, spinning down alone
Spinning down alone, you spin alive
When it's down alone, when it's down alone
When it's down alone you spin alive
It's down, breaking down where it's all alone
It's down, breaking down where it's all alone
But it's the dying
The down breaking wall where it's all tonight
It's down, breaking down where it's all tonight
But just the dying, oh yeah
Coming down to this speeding life
You're coming down to this waiting goal
Making down to this speeding life
I'm breaking down to this walking goal
Coming down to this speeding life
You're coming down to this waiting goal
Making down to this speeding life
I'm breaking down to this walking goal
Breaking down, you know, speaking down, you know
Waking down, you know, you spin alive
Breaking down, you know, speaking down, you know
Waking down, you know, you spin alive
Breaking down, you know, speaking down, you know
Waking down, you know, you spin alive
Breaking down, you know, speaking down, you know
Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate
Trying to tell me to wait but I can't wait to see you
So I run like a child to heaven's door
I don't wanna be bad I won't cheat you no more
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you
Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me baby
Spotlight, Bad Baby
You've got a flair
For the violentest kind of love anywhere out there
Mon amour, sweet child of mine, you're divine
Didn't anyone ever tell you it's ok to shine?
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you
Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me baby
Don't be afraid of me, don't be ashamed
Walking away from my soft resurrection
Idol of roses, iconic soul
I know your name
Lead me to war with your brilliant direction
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you
Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me baby
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you
Grenadine, sunshine, can you break this heart of mine
She took a gun with your blood
In your hands
She pulls a trigger
With a blink of romance
Give me your nightmare
Give me all that she can
You are just a freak
Coming up from the damn
She's not your friend
She's not your angel
Like she said
She's not afraid
She's a killer
I'm coming up
I'm counting to six
I'll give you fire
If you show me your necks
I'll give you nightmare
I'll give you all that I can
I'm just a beast
Coming up from the damn
We are not like friends
We are just like killers
In our bed
She's not a friend
She's a killer
You can't pull me down
When I'm around
You better stay away
Before you'll leave afraid
The hunters on your side
You can't pull me down
I'm a murderer
You'd better stay away
Before you leave afraid
The beast in my eyes
She's not a friend
She's a killer
You can't pull me down
When I'm around
You better stay away
Before you'll leave afraid
The hunters on your side
You can't pull me down
I'm a murderer
You'd better stay away
Before I leave afraid
The beast in your eyes
You can't pull this down
We are murderers
We only gotta do
What we're supposed to do
The hunters stay alive
A palm tree nodded at me last night
Said hey you look so pale
I don't know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair
I had a feeling I had failed
So down to the beach just out of reach
The moon was being trailed
A girl and a sailor and a hot dog trailer
That's their holy grail
The sand whispered heat and burned the feet
Of gulls landing on the shore
In the motel pool the waitress cools
She doesn't ask for more
She makes a wish she takes a risk
She opens up her door
Through human eyes she's a dolphin in disguise
It's the last night of the war
Somewhere far away there's another day
And someone's getting out of bed
She put on her face in the morning space
She doesn't know she's dead
Her ruby lips can't excite me anymore
And pain sprawls on the chair, it's always there
And he descends the stairs, he doesn't see
The sunburnt landlord glares, for all the people
I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room,
Wearing sulphur perfume.
(Don't I smell nice?)
You come sniffin' around just like you own the joint,
You know it's rude to point.
(Don't make me tell you twice.)
Well I like the way you walk,
That's why I left my door unlocked.
I must be going off half-cocked. (I sometimes do.)
You think it's funny, but I know it ain't no joke.
There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke.
Before the band kicks in, the getting better start.
(I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)
You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk,
Now I'm thinking that I'm sunk.
(And I can't swim.)
I'm drowning in the back seat of a '61 Bel Air,
I got a mouthful of your hair.
(A handful of skin.)
I ain't suffocating,
I'm just sick and tired of waiting.
Stop this pointless hesitating. (Pull me in.)
There's an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky.
I'm turning on the radio, they're playing "Ready to Ride."
Before the band kicks in, the getting better start.
(I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)
We could cruise the lake like psychos,
Scare the kids on motorcycles.
(There ain't nothing I would rather do.)
It's 3-D on the TV, but it's empty on the street.
If it weren't for me and you, the avenue would be incomplete.
And I should say this, before this whole thing even starts,