| Now everybody tellin' me a lie
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| Lordie, give me something for my soul
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| See I don’t wanna think of suicide
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| So please don’t take the lucky off my dome
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| See I been tired of fucking all these girls
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| And I been tired of spending all my dough
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| And if I give my story to the world
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| I wonder if they’d book me for a show
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| See you can’t handle pressure on your own
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| So why you carry boulders by yourself
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| They stole the story they tell it wrong
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| And glorify the horror and the rough
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| And mama call me tell me coming home
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| And I just need some guidance in my steps
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| I know I’m not the only one alone
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| I know I’m not the only one who felt
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| Heavenly father why are you so far away
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| Heavenly father why are you so far away
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| Heavenly father why are you so far away
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| Heavenly father why are you so far away
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| I’m praying that I make it 25
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| They be calling doctors for my health
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| I know it’s kinda hard to say the drugs
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| Because I been having problems with myself
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| I been asking questions, where the lord?
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| And they don’t give me answers just a check
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| And they don’t know my issues as a child
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| Because I was busy cutting on myself
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| And hanging from the playground wasn’t wrong
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| Until you got a rope up on your neck
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| And I been losing more than just my mind
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| Gathering whats left of self-respect
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| And daddy why you call me while you drunk?
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| And why you never love me when I need it
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| And I don’t wanna be like you no more
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| And I been tryna cope I’m getting weak
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| I smoke too much, the problems of a 20 something
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| I drink too often, there’s liquor pouring from the faucet
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| You would assume by following the tunes
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| And I’m doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum
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| These bitches ain’t shit and pussy is my greatest vice
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| I love smoking weed, I hate advice
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| I know some niggas that talk good
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| The wise men from a long line of bitch made and bridesmen
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| You never had nothing but fucking dreams
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| You just caught up in the hype
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| The fashion and so it seems, the limelight
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| I know that I rhyme tight
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| No need for your 2 cents and burning your blueprints
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| These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about
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| Just need a moment of silence, just close your fucking mouth
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| Infatuated with violence, gun in my fucking mouth
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| So you don’t even know that I’m serious, know what im talking 'bout
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| So like you got punchlines for days
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| So generic your flow
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| You’re too cold, you’re aged
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| And you got punch lines for days
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| So generic your flow
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| You’re too cold, you’re aged
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| And I’m so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
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| And they souls was never in it
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| And I’m so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
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| They souls was never in it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavenly Father , by - Isaiah Rashad. Song from the album Cilvia Demo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп