Heavenly Father

[Produced by D. Sanders] [Directed by Eric Swiz] [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 fucking 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: 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 3] I smoke too much: The problems of a twenty-something I drink too often, there's liquor pouring 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 smoking weed, I hate advice I know some niggas that talk good The wise men from a long line of bitch-made and brides-men You never had nothing but fucking 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 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 And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill They souls was never in it, like...