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See, it ain't easy bein' meLife as a celebrity is less than heavilyI got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me aroundAnd it's always dramaWhenever I wanna get aroundMama told meLong before I ever came upGotta be true, to watchya' doAnd keep ya' game upCause things changeAnd jealousy becomes a factorBest friends at your wife's house tryin' to mack her!I'm on tourBut still they keep on knockin' at my doorAnd I got no time to worryI'm steady wantin' moreEvery day is a test, yesI try hardBut I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breathI pray to God that the woman that I left at homeAll aloneAin't nothin' like tryin' to boneSongtexteOver the phoneIn my mindI can see her nakedI can't take itGot me shakin' at the thought that we can make itI thought you knew.[Chorus]I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin' away (Naaaa)Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad because you think I'ma sway,Some of them cute some of them fine as fuck I hear them scream as soon as I hit the stage(Naaaa)Still I be getting lonely for you I'm coming home as soon as I make this pay (Make this pay)I call you up long distanceOn the telephoneI wanna tuck you inEven though I know I can't make it homeI whisper things in ya' earLike you're near meWonder if you feel meFrom far awayOr can you hear meIt seems to meThat ya' jealousCause I'm hustlin' and makin' moneyWith the fellas'In the back streetsTryin' to trap meBaby hold up!Thugs get lonely too!But I'm a souljaAnd there's no way I'mma' stop makin' moneyCause ya' attitudes changedAnd ya' actin' a little funnyAlways complainin'Sayin' we don't spend timeCan't you seeI got enough stress on my mindAnd hangin' up like you all thatAnd get mad when I'm tell you that"I'm busy baby, call back,"Please, ain't nothin' left to say to youThugs get lonely tooYou know.[Chorus]I sit alone in my room, drinkin'Without a careTalkin' out loud to ya'Like ya' thereTake ya' picture out my back pocketMan it's onYou the first face I wanna seeWhen I get homeI wanna love you 'till the sun riseBuckwildTouchin' every wall in the houseThug stylePut ya' hands on the headboardThink of meDrippin' sweat on top of youSick of scenes in yo' headThat I'm makin' loveSo turn the lights downReminisce 'n relaxCause baby right nowI feel in the middle of my stomachYou whisper in my earBaby tell me how you really want itHold on tightlyWatch the ceilingScratch my backHow you reactLets me know you feel meCause everything I'm giving to youIs so trueThugs get lonely tooYou know.[Chorus]Yeah! Thug life baby!
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"Thugs Get Lonely Too" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Kevin Rhames, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Nathaniel D. Hale
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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