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Thugs Get Lonely Too

See, it ain't easy bein' me, 
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily, 
i gut these fakes and these back stabbers chasin me around, 
and theres always drama 
whenever i wanna get around 
mama told me 
even before i ever came up 
guta be true to watcha' doin n keep the game up 
cuz things change 
an jealousy becomes a factor 
best friends at ya wife's house tryin to mack her 
im on tour 
but still they keep on knockin at my door 
and i aint gut no time 2 work 
im steady wantin more 
everyday is a test yes 
i try hard but im strugglin with every breath 
i pray to god that the woman that i left at home all alone
aint nutin like tryin to bone over the phone 
in my mind i can see her naked 
i cant take it 
got my shakin at the thought that we could make it 
i thought you knew 

Chorus 
im rollin out on tour today, your getin sad that im goin away 
chickenheads wanna play wit me 
you getin mad cuz you think ima sway(ima sway) 
some of em cute, some of em fine as fuck 
i hear em scream soon as i hit the stage 
still i be gettin lonely for you 
im comin home soon as i make this pay(make this pay) 

i call you up long distance 
on the telephone 
wanna tuck you in even though i cant make it home 
whisper things in ya ear like ya' near me 
wonder if ya' feel me 
from far away can ya' hear me 
it seems to me that ya jealous 
cuz im hustlin an makin money 
wit the fella's 
in the back steets tryin to trap me 
baby hold up 
thugs get lonely too but im a soulja 
an theres no way ima stop makin money 
cuz ya attitudes changed and ya actin a lil' funny 
always complainin 
sayin we dont spent time 
cant ya' see i gut enough stress on my mind 
hangin up like u all that 
then get mad wen i tell you im busy baby call back 
please, aint nutin left to say to you 
thugs get lonely too 
you know 

Chorus 
im rollin out on tour today, your getin sad that im goin away 
chickenheads wanna play wit me 
you getin mad cuz you think ima sway(ima sway) 
some of em cute, some of em fine as fuck 
i hear em scream soon as i hit the stage 
still i be gettin lonely for you 
im comin home soon as i make this pay(make this pay)

i sit alone in my room drinkin 
without a care 
talkin out loud 2 ya' 
like ya hear 
take ya picture out my back pocket 
man its on 
your the first face i wanna see 
when i get home 
i wanna love you till tha sunrise 
buckwild 
touchin every wall in the house 
thug style 
put ya hands on the headboard 
picture me drippin sweat ontop'a you 
sick of scenes in ya head that im makin love 
so turn the lights down 
reminice and relax baby right now 
i feel you in the middle of my stomach 
you whisper in my ear 
c'mon baby tell me how u really want it 
hold on tight 
watch the ceiling 
scratch my back, how u react 
let me u kno ya feel me 
cuz everything im givin to you 
is so true 
and thugs get lonely too 
you know 

Chorus 
im rollin out on tour today, your getin sad that im goin away 
chickenheads wanna play wit me 
you getin mad cuz you think ima sway(ima sway) 
some of em cute, some of em fine as fuck 
i hear em scream soon as i hit the stage 
still i be gettin lonely for you 
im comin home soon as i make this pay(make this pay)