Isaiah Rashad - Heavenly Father lyrics

rate me

Now everybody telling me a lie

Lordie, give me something for my soul

See, I don't wanna think of suicide

So please don't take the luck yet out my dough

See, I been tired of fucking all these girls

And I been tired of spending all my dough

And if I get my story to the world

I wonder if they'd book me for a show

See, you can't handle pressure on your own

So why you carry boulders by yourself?

They stole the story, they tell it wrong

And glorify the horror and the rough

And mama call me, tell me coming home

And I just need some guidance in my steps

I know I’m not the only one alone

I know I’m not the only one who felt

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Now I'm praying that I make it 25

Baby, call a doctor for my health

I know it's kinda hard to say the drugs

‘Cause I been having problems with myself

And I been asking questions, where the Lord?

And they don't give me answers, just a check

And they don't know my issues as a child

‘Cause I was busy cutting on myself

We're hanging from the playground when in Rome

Until you got a rope up on your neck

And I been losing more than just my mind

And gathering enough of self-respect

And daddy, why you call me while you drunk?

And why you never love me when I need it?

And I don't wanna be like you no more

And I been tryna cope, I’m getting real

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

I smoke too much, the problems of a 20 something

I drink too often, there's liquor pouring from the faucet

You would assume by following the tunes

That I’m doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum

These bitches ain't shit and pussy is my greatest vice

I love smoking weed, I hate advice

I know some niggas that talk good

The wise men from a long line of bitch made and bridesmen

You never had nothing but fucking dreams

You just caught up in the hype

The fashion and so it seems the limelight

I know that I rhyme tight

No need for your two cents and burning your blueprints

These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about

Just need a moment of silence, just close your fucking mouth

Infatuated with violence, gun in my fucking mouth

So you don't even know that I’m serious, know what I’m talking 'bout

So like you got punchlines for days

So generic your flow, you’re too cold, you're aged

And I punch lines for days

So generic your flow, you’re too cold, you're aged

And I’m so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill

And they souls was never in it

And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill

They souls was never in it