Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugs Get Lonely Too, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Thugs Get Lonely Too |
| It ain’t easy bein me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly |
| I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasin me around |
| And it’s always drama, whenever I wanna get around |
| 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 |
| Best friends at your wife’s house, tryin to mack her |
| I’m on tour, but still they keep on knockin at my door |
| And I got no time to worry, I’m steady wantin more |
| Every day is a test yes, I try hard |
| But I’m strugglin with every breath, I pray to God |
| that the woman that I left at home, all alone |
| There ain’t nothin like tryin to bone, over the phone |
| 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 |
| I’m rollin out on tour today, you gettin sad cause I’m goin away, the… |
| … chickenheads wanna play with me, you gettin mad cause you think I’ma sway |
| Some of 'em cute some of 'em fine as fuck |
| I hear 'em scream soon as I hit the stage, nah… |
| Still I be gettin lonely for you |
| I’m 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 can’t make it home |
| I whisper thangs in your ear like you’re near me Wonder if you feel me, from far away, and can you hear me? |
| It seems to me, that you’re jealous |
| Cause I’m hustlin and makin money, with the fellas |
| In the backstreets, tryin to track me, baby hold up! |
| Thugs get lonely too, but I’m a soldier |
| And there’s no way I’ma stop makin money |
| Cause your attitude’s changed and you’re actin a little funny |
| Always complainin, sayin we don’t spend time |
| Can’t you see I got enough stress on my mind? |
| And hangin up like you all that |
| Then get mad when I tell you that I’m busy baby, call back |
| Please, ain’t nothin left to say to you |
| Thugs, get lonely too, YOU KNOW |
| I sit alone in my room drinkin, without a care |
| Talkin out loud to you, like you’re there |
| Take your picture out my back pocket, man it’s on You’re the first face I wanna see, when I get home |
| Wanna love you 'til the sun rise, buckwild |
| Touchin every wall in the house, thug style |
| Put your hands on the headboard, think of me Drippin sweat on top of you, sink and see |
| this in yo’head that I’m makin love, so turn the lights down |
| Reminisce and relax, cause baby right now |
| I feel it in the middle of my stomach |
| You whisper in my ear and baby tell me how you really want it Hold on tightly, watch the ceiling |
| Scratch my back’s how you react, let me know you feel me Cause everything I’m givin to you, is so true |
| And thugs get lonely too, YOU KNOW |
| Yeah, thug life BAY-BEE! |
| Steady thuggin |
| Ay so you remember that next time you sweatin me when I’m on the road baby |
| Thugs get lonely too, we ain’t gotta go through all this bullshittin ass |
| problems |
| 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 |