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isaiah rashad - heavenly father x tde lyrics

[verse 1]
now, everybody tellin’ me a lie
lordy, give me something for my soul
see, i don’t wanna think of suicide
so please don’t take the lock key off my door
see, i’ve been tired of f-cking all these girls
and i’ve 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 boulder by yourself?
the story’s storyteller tell it wrong
and glorify the horror and the wealth
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

[hook: sza]
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?

[verse 2]
now, i’m praying that i make it twenty-five
they be calling doctors for my health
and “no” is kinda hard to say to drugs
cause i been having problems with myself
and i been asking 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 cutting on myself
and hanging from the playground wasn’t wrong
until you got a rope around your neck
and i been losing more than just my mind
gathering what’s left of self-respect
and daddy, why you call me while you’re drunk?
and why you never love me when i need it?
and i don’t wanna be like you no more
and i been trying to cope, i’m getting weeded

[hook]

[verse 3]
i smoke too much: the problems of a twenty-something
i drink too often, there’s liquor pouring from the faucet
you would -ssume by following the tunes
that i’m doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum
these b-tches 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 b-tch-made and brides-men
you never had nothing but f-cking 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 f-ck about the shit they give a f-ck about
just need a moment of silence, just close your f-ckin’ mouth
infatuated with violence, gun in my f-ckin’ mouth
so you don’t even know that i’m serious, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
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
yeah, and i’m so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
and they souls was never in it, like
and i’m so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
they souls was never in it, like…

- isaiah rashad lyrics

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