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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 SongtexteAnd 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 Aus Songtexte Mania