Heavenly Father Lyrics – Isaiah Rashad

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah!
Now, everybody telling me a lie
Lordy, give me something 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 f**king 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
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

[Chorus: SZA]
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—

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah!
Now, I'm praying 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 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 ropey on 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 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 getting weeded

[Chorus: SZA]
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—

[Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, look, ayy
I smoke too much: the problems of a twenty-something
I drink too often, there's liquor pouring from the faucet
You would assume from following the tunes (Yeah)
That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum
These b!tches ain't sh!t, and pu**y is my greatest vice
I love smoking weed, I hate advice
I know some n!ggas that talk good, the wise men
From a long line of b!tch-made and brides-men (Oh, oh)
You never had nutting but f**king 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**k about the sh!t
They give a f**k about
Just need a moment of silence
Just close your f**king mouth
Infatuated with violence, gun in my f**king mouth
So you don't know that I'm serious
Know what I'm talking 'bout?

[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
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 n!ggas that claim trill and
They souls was never in it, like
Yeah, and I'm so misrepresented
By n!ggas that claim trill
They souls was never in it, like