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 25
 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 20-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 (ooh, ooh)
 You never had nothin' 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?
 Like, you got punchlines for days
 So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged
 Uh, you got punchlines for days
 So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged
 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
 By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like
 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
 By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like
 
 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 25
 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 20-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 (ooh, ooh)
 You never had nothin' 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?
 Like, you got punchlines for days
 So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged
 Uh, you got punchlines for days
 So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged
 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
 By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like
 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
 By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like
 
 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 25
 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 20-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 (ooh, ooh)
 You never had nothin' 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?
 Like, you got punchlines for days
 So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged
 Uh, you got punchlines for days
 So generic your flow, you too cold, you aged
 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
 By niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it, like
 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
 By niggas that claim trill, they souls was never in it, like