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)
