Artist: Isaiah Rashad f/ SZA Album: Cilvia Demo Song: Heavenly Father Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Isaiah Rashad] Yeah, now everybody tellin' me a lie Lordie, 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 been tired of fuckin' all these girls And I 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 boulders by yourself The story stole, they tell it 'til 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 [Chorus: 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? [Isaiah Rashad] Yeah, I'm prayin' that I make it 25 They be callin' doctors for my health I know it's kinda hard to say to drugs Because 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 Because I was busy cuttin' on myself And hangin' from the playground wasn't wrong until you got a rope up 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 [Chorus] [Isaiah Rashad] Yeah, ay I smoke too much, the problems of a 20-something I drink too often, there's liquor pourin' from the faucet You would assume by following the tunes 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 bridesmen You never had nothing 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 2 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 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 Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill and they souls was never in it like