Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavenly Father, artist - Isaiah Rashad. Album song Cilvia Demo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Top Dawg Entertainment
Song language: English
Heavenly Father |
Now everybody tellin' me a lie |
Lordie, give me something for my soul |
See I don’t wanna think of suicide |
So please don’t take the lucky off my dome |
See I been tired of fucking all these girls |
And I been tired of spending all my dough |
And if I give 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 |
I’m praying that I make it 25 |
They be calling doctors for my health |
I know it’s kinda hard to say the drugs |
Because I been having problems with myself |
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 |
Because I was busy cutting on myself |
And hanging from the playground wasn’t wrong |
Until you got a rope up on your neck |
And I been losing more than just my mind |
Gathering whats left 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 weak |
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 |
And 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 2 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 im talking 'bout |
So like you got punchlines for days |
So generic your flow |
You’re too cold, you’re aged |
And you got 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 |