This song brings me back to my youth....damn ..Who let those multicolored hair young punks with there autotune and rainbow tattoo's destroy a culture...thank God i still can get high and remember the summers
Wanna be a baller, shot caller 20 inch blades on the Impala Caller, gettin laid tonight Swisha rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the highway, makin money the fly way But there's gotta be a better way Better way, better way, yeah See, it ain't easy bein' me Life as a celebrity is less than heavenly I got these fakes and these backstabbers chasing 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 things 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 wanting 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 nothing like tryin' to bone, over the phone In my mind I can see her naked, I can't take it Got me shaking at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew I call you up long distance, on the telephone Wanna tuck you in even though I can't make it home I whisper things 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 hustling and making 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 making money ‘Cause your attitude's changed and you're acting a little funny Always complaining, saying we don't spend time Can't you see I got enough stress on my mind? And hanging up like you all that Then get mad when I tell you that I'm busy, baby, call back Please, ain't nothing left to say to you Thugs get lonely too, you know I sit alone in my room, drinking without a care Talking 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 Touching 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 your head that I'm making 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 giving to you, is so true And thugs get lonely too, you know
