| It ain’t easy bein me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly
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| I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around
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| And it’s always drama, whenever I wanna get around
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| Momma told me, long before I ever came up Gotta be true, to what you do and keep the game up Cause thangs change, and jealousy becomes a factor
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| Best friends at your wife’s house, tryin to mack her
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| I’m on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door
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| And I got no time to worry, I’m steady wantin more
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| Every day is a test yes, I try hard
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| But I’m strugglin with every breath, I pray to God
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| that the woman that I left at home, all alone
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| There ain’t nothin like tryin to bone, over the phone
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| In my mind I can see her naked, I can’t take it Got me shakin at the thought that we can make it I torture me
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| I’m rollin out on tour today, you gettin sad cause I’m goin away, the…
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| … chickenheads wanna play with me, you gettin mad cause you think I’ma sway
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| Some of 'em cute some of 'em fine as fuck
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| I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah…
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| Still I be gettin lonely for you
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| I’m comin home soon as I make this pay, make this pay
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| I call you up long distance, on the telephone
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| Wanna tuck you in even though I can’t make it home
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| I whisper thangs in your ear like you’re near me Wonder if you feel me, from far away, and can you hear me?
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| It seems to me, that you’re jealous
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| Cause I’m hustlin and makin money, with the fellas
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| In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby hold up!
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| Thugs get lonely too, but I’m a soldier
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| And there’s no way I’ma stop makin money
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| Cause your attitude’s changed and you’re actin a little funny
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| Always complainin, sayin we don’t spend time
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| Can’t you see I got enough stress on my mind?
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| And hangin up like you all that
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| Then get mad when I tell you that I’m busy baby, call back
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| Please, ain’t nothin left to say to you
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| Thugs, get lonely too, YOU KNOW
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| I sit alone in my room drinkin, without a care
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| Talkin out loud to you, like you’re there
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| Take your picture out my back pocket, man it’s on You’re the first face I wanna see, when I get home
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| Wanna love you 'til the sun rise, buckwild
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| Touchin every wall in the house, thug style
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| Put your hands on the headboard, think of me Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see
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| this in yo’head that I’m makin love, so turn the lights down
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| Reminisce and relax, cause baby right now
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| I feel it in the middle of my stomach
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| You whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling
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| Scratch my back’s how you react, let me know you feel me Cause everything I’m givin to you, is so true
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| And thugs get lonely too, YOU KNOW
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| Yeah, thug life BAY-BEE!
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| Steady thuggin
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| Ay so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I’m on the road baby
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| Thugs get lonely too, we ain’t gotta go through all this bullshittin ass
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| problems
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| If you wanna be real with me, be real with me If you wanna be fake, move on to the next one, that ain’t me YOU KNOW |