Heavenly Father

Yeah

Now, everybody tellin' me a lie

Lordy, give me somethin' for my soul

See, I don't wanna think of suicide

So please don't take the lockey off my door

See, I been tired of fuckin' all these girls

And I've been tired of spendin' 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 boulder by yourself?

The story’s storyteller tell it wrong

And glorify the horror and the wealth

My mama call me, tell me, "Comey 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 that felt

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm falling

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm falling

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm falling

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm—

Yeah

Now, I'm prayin' that I make it twenty-five

Baby call a doctor for my health

And "no" is kinda hard to say to drugs

'Cause I been havin' problems with myself

And I been askin' questions, where the love?

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

And they don't know my issues as a child

'Cause I was busy cuttin' on myself

And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong

Until you got a ropey on your neck

And I been losin' more than just my mind

Gatherin' what's 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 gettin' weeded

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm falling

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm falling

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm falling

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Oh, I think I'm—

Yeah, look, ayy

I smoke too much: The problems of a twenty-somethin'

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

You would assume from followin' the tunes (Yeah)

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

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

I love smokin' weed, I hate advice

I know some niggas that talk good, the wise men

From a long line of bitch-made and brides-men

You never had nuttin' but fuckin' 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 burnin' 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 fuckin' mouth

Infatuated with violence, gun in my fuckin' mouth

So you don't know that I'm serious, know what I'm talkin' '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, like