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'Heavenly Father' Lyrics - Isaiah Rashad
Here is Heavenly Father Lyrics by Isaiah Rashad

Now everybody telling me a lie
Lordie, give me something for my soul
See, I don't wanna think of suicide
So please don't take the luck yet out my dough
See, I been tired of fucking all these girls
And I been tired of spending all my dough
And if I get 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?
They stole the story, they tell it wrong
And glorify the horror and the rough
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

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?

Now I'm praying that I make it 25
Baby, call a doctor for my health
I know it's kinda hard to say the drugs
‘Cause I been having problems with myself
And I been asking questions, where the Lord?
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
We're hanging from the playground when in Rome
Until you got a rope up on your neck
And I been losing more than just my mind
And gathering enough 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 real

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?

I smoke too much, the problems of a 20 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 bridesmen
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 fucking mouth
Infatuated with violence, gun in my fucking mouth
So you don't even know that I’m serious, know what I’m talking 'bout
So like you got punchlines for days
So generic your flow, you’re too cold, you're aged
And I punch lines for days
So generic your flow, you’re too cold, you're aged
And I’m so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
And they souls was never in it
And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
They souls was never in it

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'Cilvia Demo' Lyrics - Isaiah Rashad
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Who's that creeping through the city in that dark ass tint?
Misdemeanor on the way, yo
I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I’m gymnast
Bending blocks, my world of Legos
Now baby, hold that wheel while I'm rolling up
Hopefully she old enough up
To purchase that liquor, what I need from the store
She understands her selection, advance her affection
And fears my rejection, never needing a hoe
I got plans to be that nigga, I know you met him as a child
He gave you 10 bones, don't sweat it, don't wile
Be cool for a minute, '93 'Til be cool for Emmett
The hung soul a rapper goes rapping those wrapping woes up
Defying foes, lying toes, weapons on tuck
Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement
But Rashad got applause for releasing the music

Now sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch
Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up, now what up
I've been getting higher and higher
And higher and higher, now what up, now what up, now what up

Niggas stepping in the swimming pool, invincible
Women I pursue get lost in this
Middle of the summer's in Miami
Kembe with me, Henney, sipping shots like I bought it for him
I'm a brown skin small waisted
I'm creeping with my ball faces, I like her titties, too
I like her attitude, I like her flexible
She got a baby due, I think she bisexual
At least I hope so
I glance to that little grown man at her front door
He looking at me like I looked at pops when he come for
My mama as a toddler I was selfish this ain't nothing new
I can spend a couple 22s if I want to
I save it for the tour, the allure of the gap tooth
Rap toose, in shape of something
I always knew he would make it something
He got schemes to smoke green
And make him some, take ‘em son

Now sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch
Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up, now what up
I've been getting higher and higher
And higher and higher, now what up, now what up, now what up

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'Tranquility' Lyrics - Isaiah Rashad
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Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus
And thank God for the shooter

Them hard streets make a militant man
Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can
Our education, they tend to say we killers again
But I'd rather give this living a chance, I'm getting patience
I wonder if the world is gonna see us, it's just niggas
They treat lyrics like I hold triggers like I make difference
Then downplay, what I'm given like I'm no different
They make me wanna move to my aunt's house
I've been on pills since a little one
Start with Advil then we level up
I wonder if my son gonna trust me, out a song so ugly
By his moms, ain't mean to see the world so crummy
They got Tec 9's for Jesus
So I figured that the second coming wasn't never coming
Go figure heaven is a hassle ‘cause
They don't even want a nigga back in Africa

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus
And thank God for the shooter

Some of us fall and some of us hover
Some of us shooters and some of us lovers
I see the sum of it all, I'm running for cover
Invite you for supper, but really they hunt you
Was really 300, was really a gangster
Was really the prey, was really in danger
I'm willing to pray, I'm feeling the angels
Is liquor the savior? This moment contain us
I ride to the far side, I'm looking for peace
Just spread the cigar wide, a moment of ease
Hard benches for my brothers that be roaming the streets
We don't always be the leaders that they want us to be
I'm just hoping that she praying while she down on her knees
See, I often treat these hoes like their fathers would be
Good Lord, my flaws, blind you, got time for it, my flaws

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus
And thank God for the shooter

And thank God for the shooter
Thank God for it

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