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